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EXITS 



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Published by 

JENNIE JOHNSON 

Seattle, Wash. 






EXITS , 

FROM THE 

Pearly Gates 



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BY 



LUCRETIA GRAVES 

AND 

JENNIE JOHNSON 



'^nd He said: ' The angels put the 

words into my mouth. 



Published by 

JENNIE JOHNSON 

Seattle, Wash. 

S. E. 71 







ilRS. LUCRETIA GRAVES 



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:\IRS. JENNIE JOHNSON 



Copyright 1919 
By MRS. JENNIE JOHNSON 
Seattle, Wash. 



M -3 1319 

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DEDICATION. 

To my Readers I dedicate 

The Pearls. 
That have passed the Gates, 

Found in here. 
If other Jewels abound 

Discard not. 
But find in them a gem 

Worthy to keep. 

MRS. JENNIE JOHNSON, 
Seattle, Wash. 

MRS. LUCRETIA GRAVES, 
Tacoma, Wash. 



(5) 



INTRODUCTORY. 

Part I. 

It was from contemplating the poems of Mrs. 
Lueretia Graves that I found the name for our book 
''Exits from the Pearly Gates/' for surely her poems 
came from the other shore. Her education, that which 
is led from her, far surpasses her learning. 

If, perchance, her learning had been better, more 
tools with which to work, who can say what Exits 
might have passed her way. Her line of thought is 
instructive and will ever have a tendency to better 
mankind. Reader, when perusing her poems, seek to 
make them a part of yourself and thereby grow better. 

Part II. 

Many of my poems were written 50 years ago, some 
25 to 30, others more recent and they seem to mark 
my evolution of soul as light came through upon my 
open windows. 

The history of my poems would make a large vol- 
ume, and, to me, the history of our poems, national 
songs especially, is as dear as the poems themselves. 
In my poetical writings I have endeavored as much to 
bring out certain ideas that came to me as I have to 
cling to poetical laws and privileges. For Ex. in 
''In These Happy Golden Days" I sought to make it 
clear that all days are Happy Golden Days from 
expectant motherhood to old age. In "A Welcome to 
Spring" I bring out the signs of spring in "think," 
"see," "feel," "hear," "know." 



(6) 



In "What Is God?" I have grouped the symbols 
so as to show the ascendencies of the manifestations 
of God. (Life) In ''The Beyond" and ''A Light 
Divine" I give my experiences in seeing through the 
Law that awakens the soul. 

I put the poem ''Spring" in because of the youth 
of the writer, Byron Beach, and the love I had for 
him as a pupil of mine 25 years ago. I feel that it 
has never been printed. 

"Angel Discipline" (I gave the name, finding none 
with it) and "Lifting of the Veil" were found dis- 
carded as chaff, when they enfold the finest of the 
wheat. I do not know the author of either. "Our 
Circle" was written by a friend on my renewing my 
evening circles. "O. K. " came to me in a dream and 
I put it on paper the next morning. I dreamed I 
wrote it and so I did. There is a bit of life hanging 
to each of my poems that binds them to me. Some of 
the poems contain things of a local character, and will 
interest my friends only, while some are on subjects 
that interest every one. 

It is a true saying "that the best of any one comes 
out in their poetry". It seems to be so in many 
cases, at least. Our aspirations raise us to a height 
where inspiration reaches to revalation, and Truth 
flows from the ' ' Pearly Gates ' ' through our soul as 
a medium to the readers of ' ' Exits from the Pearly 
Gates". 



(7) 



TO MY READERS. 



I think o£ thee in the twilight hour 
When nature's calmly sleeping, 

And angel forms, all pure and bright, 
Their silent watch are keeping. 

I hope for thee, that as you climb 

Proud wisdom's lofty goal 
That all the lessons life hath taught 

May purify thy soul. 

I pray for thee, that's left behind 

That love as of a mother ; 
I ask of thee — ^my prayer divine — 

To love one another. 

I trust for thee, that angels blest 
Will guide your steps aright ; 

And friendship, pure and true be thine, 
To aid thy onward flight. 

I give to thee the best of thoughts 

My soul can ever send, 
That reach of you, with friendship true. 
Be blest to earth's last end. 

I know for thee, there is a home 

By angel hands erected ; 
That love and care's forever there 

By living souls projected. 

(8) 



PART I. 
Poems by Lucretia Graves. 



WHY AM I A SPIRITUALIST? 

Why am I a Spiritualist? 
You ask me to explain ; 
This truth so beautiful and grand 
Comes to me from a better land 

With a glad sweet refrain; 
My loved ones open wide the door 
And tell me that they live once more. 
That's why I'm a Spiritualist. 

Why am I a Spiritualist? 
There's many reasons why; 
My friends come from that other shore 
And prove to me they live once more, 

'Tis naught but life to die. 
That life is one long endless chain; 
We seem to die yet live again. 

That's why I'm a Spiritualist. 

Why am I a Spiritualist? 
'Tis beautiful to know 
That when we leave this earthly plain 
We find we're living just the same; 

We're free to come and go. 
We do not change our souls one mite; 
We only try to do what's right. 

That's why I'm a Spiritualist. 

Why am I a Spiritualist? 
Why do you ask of me? 
Pray, go and open wide the door 



(11) 



Ask your friends from the other shore 

For truth to make you free; 
And knowledge from that world above 
Will help you live a life of love. 

That's why I'm a Spiritualist. 

Why am I a Spiritualist? 
Oh, if you only knew 
The comfort that it gives to know 
Your dear ones live and love you so; 

They come and come to you, 
'Twould fill your soul with joy and peace 
And blessings that would never cease. 
That's why I'm a Spiritualist. 



IF I SHOULD DIE TONIGHT. 

If I should die tonight ! 
And pass away from this old earth 
To some far off heavenly sphere, 
Where I could never come back here 
To hear my children's song of mirth, 
How could I play on harps of gold 
Or fill my soul with joy untold. 

If I should die tonight ! 
Would it be certain death or no? 
Would I still live right on and on? 
Within my soul a glad new song 
To find there's life where er'e I go; 
To my friends without a tear 
Living and loving same as here. 



(12) 



If I should die tonight! 
I know that I would live and love ; 

My heart would beat the same as here 
I would not leave my children dear 
And go to some far home above ; 
I would stay right here with glad delight 
To guide my darlings' footsteps right. 



HOW DO YOU KNOW? 



How do you know you are strong and brave? 

Have you ever been tested and tried? 
Have you worked when you felt all alone 

And never turned aside? 
Have you stood by your duty and never 
swerved ? 

When your friends went passing by 
With a laugh and jest at your earnestness, 
And said, "I'll be brave or die." 

How do you know you are patient and kind? 

Have you ever had burdens to bear? 
Has your life been filled with some bitter 
tears ? 

YouVe patiently born your share? 
Have you quietly taken your crosses each 
day? 

And with all the little trials 
Have you kindly done your nearest duty 
With a gladsome sweetened smile? 

(13) 



How do you know you're virtuous and pure? 

Has the tempter ever come your way 
With all his charming, luring enducements? 

Have you wept and turned away? 
Have you tried to live a cleaner, purer life 

With temptations as you go? 
Succeeded without a single failure ? 
Is that the way that you know? 

How do you know your soul is stainless? 

That your inmost thoughts are always pure? 
Has your conscience e're known no anguish? 

Has your soul no sorrow, sure? 
Have you tested and weighed and counted 
somethings 
That no other soul can show? 
Has your soul been strickened with grief 
o*er much ? 

Is that the way that you know? 



THERE'LL COME A TIME. 

There'll come a time someday 
When cruel war will pass away, 
And all this strife will cease; 
And everyone will dwell in peace 

And friendship, love and harmony. 

Oh, happy time we long for thee. 
There'll come a time someday 
When poverty will pass away ; 
All'll have an equal right 
With not one millionaire to fight; 

(14) 



The working class, we all shall be 

Oh blessed time we long for thee. 
There'll come a time someday 
When all discord will pass away; 
Everyone in joyful song 
Will happy be the whole day long, 

When truth and goodness reign supreme; 

Of that blest time we only dream. 

There'll come a time someday 
When love and joy will ever stay 
Around our hearth and home. 
And we will never, never roam 

Beyond the borders of the goal 

A peaceful and a loving soul. 

There'll come a time someday 
The gentle, little lamb will lay 
Down by the lion and then 
Will have no fear of beast or men ; 
*Tis then that love will cast out fear 
Oh joyful time, we wish you here. 

There'll come a time someday 
When everyone will surely say: 
How could they live in days gone by 
When honest men were doomed to die, 

And vice and crime lurked everywhere; 

Oh peaceful time, we're glad you're heret 

DOES DEATH END ALL? 

Does death end all? 
Is there any one who can tell 

(15) 



Of a brighter, better world than this 
Where we can meet the ones we miss 
From our dear home? It is not well 
If death ends all. 

Does death end all? 
My soul cries out for those away; 
Father, mother and children dear; 
Are they not waiting somewhere near? 
Oh prove the truth to me I pray; 
Does death end all? 



Does death end all 
Of this sad world of toil and strife? 
So many heartaches we must bear; 
So many good things we cannot share; 
Why do we ever live this life 
If death ends all? 

Does death end all? 
Oh tell me that it is not so ! 
Tell me of some fair world of bliss 
To greet our loved ones with a kiss 
And clasp them to our breast. Ah, no, 
Death doesn't end all. 

We live again; 
Go tell it to all the nation! 
Tell them of life over yonder 
Where the soul will cease to wonder. 
Life is given to all creation; 
Death is life again. 



(16) 



OUR DREAMS. 

Sometime our dreams will all come true; 
Those happy dreams when I and you 
Have dreamed of an ideal life to come; 
Where sickness and sorrow will pass away; 
When our dreams of hope have come to 
stay; 

They will surely come 
Sometime, someday. 

Sometime our dreams will all come true; 
Somewhere in the arched sky so blue 
There's a brighter home waiting for all, 
And an echo of hope comes back to me 
That our beautiful dreams are yet to be; 
They will come to all 

Sometime, someday. 
Sometime our dreams will all come true; 
Those golden dreams to me, to you 
Our soul looks out to the great beyond 
And longs for a happier time to be 
When each mortal can live in harmony; 
Souls with joy abound, 
Sometime, someday. 



STAR OF HOPE 

Oh, star of hope, my guiding star! 
Shine along my pathway bright! 
Guide my erring footsteps right! 

(17) 



Shine unto a brighter day, 
Light the shadows on my way ! 
Oh, star of hope, shine on, shine on. 

Oh, star o£ hope, my guiding star! 
I will ever look to thee 
For light and hope to pilot me 
Through this dark and dreary way 
Till I reach a brighter day. 

Oh, star of hope, shine on, shine on. 

Oh, star of hope, my guiding star! 
I can but say that thou art 
Strength and comfort to my heart ; 
A guide, of whom I am so fond, 
Till I reach the great beyond 

Oh, star of hope, shine on, shine on. 



ANGEL VOICES. 

Hark 'tis angel voices speaking 

In the silence soft and low. 
Telling of a brighter country ; 

Better far than earth I know. 
Telling us of homes of beauty 

In a spirit world so bright; 
Homes where love and kindness ever 

Fills our souls with glad delight. 

Telling us our loved ones ever 
Live and love us as of old; 

And they many times are near us 
Giving joy and peace untold. 

(18) 



Hark I hear the angels speaking 
And they whisper soft and low; 

I can hear their garments rustle 
As theyVe moving to and fro. 

I can hear their words of counsel ; 

I can sense their perfect love; 
And I gladly bid them welcome ; 

Our dear helpers from above. 
Let us heed these angel voices 

That are speaking to us here; 
We'll surely get a home of grandeur 

In that spirit land so dear. 

TELL THE GLAD TIDINGS. 

Tune— "Throw Out the Life Line." 
Tell the glad tidings 

To friends that are dear, 
Tell them that angels 

Are hovering near, 
Guiding their footsteps 

Along life's rough way; 
Make haste and tell them ! 

Don't ever delay. 

Cho. 

Tell the glad tidings, 

Tell the glad tidings, 
Many are waiting to learn ; 

Tell the glad tidings. 

Tell the glad tidings, 
Teach them of spirit return. 

(19) 



Tell the glad tidings 

That we never die ; 
Tell all the whole world 

Their loved ones draw nigh, 
Trying to whisper 

A message so dear ; 
Trying to tell them 

There's nothing to fear. 

Cho. 

Tell the glad tidings, 

O who would e*re doubt 
The law of the Maker 

In planning life out; 
That he who loves all 

Would ever go tell 
To children he loved 

"Go! banish to hell." 

Cho. 

TRUTH. 

Oh Truth ! What is that mighty thing, 

And where can it be found? 
We search for it in every clime 

And every country round. 
We are dilligently at work 

The Truth to always find. 
For nothing else will satisfy 

Our ever active mind. 

We need not search beyond our door 
For Truth is ever near ; 



(20) 



And, if we seek most earnestly 

We'll find it, never fear. 
There's truth and truth and Truth to find, 

For Living Truth must be ; 
Cease not to seek, but find the Truth, 

For it will make you free. 

MAKE YOUR LIFE A SHINING LIGHT. 

Give the world the best you have, 
Give it with a soul that's right; 

In what you say, what you do 
Make your life a shining light. 

If you have some talent grand 

Hide it not ; but keep in sight 
What the people need of you; 

Make your life a shining light. 

If you hope for all that's good 
Fill your life and make it bright; 

You must work and ever try ; 
Make your life a shining light. 

If you want a mansion fair 

In that world without a night. 
In this just do your best 

Make your life a shining light. 



LET THE CHILDREN PLAY. 

Oh give the little child its rights, 
Don't work them hard, I pray, 

(21) 



Let joy and gladness be their lot; 
Oh, let the children play. 

We often recollect the time 

When we were young and gay, 
Our souls were joyous, light and free 

All children then at play. 

In after years the time will come, 

Their souls won't be so gay ; 
So give the little ones their rights; 

Oh, let the children play. 

So let the little children play, 

And let their souls be free 
From cares and griefs of every kind; 

Who knows what their lives will be. 

I KNOW. 

I know that spirit return is true. 
Though it may seem false to a few; 

I know it's the finest of wheat to me, 
Though it all may be chaff to you. 

I know that this old world is full of life; 

In every niche of space today 
There are beautiful little beings 

Living and growing as they may. 

I know somewhere, on and on and on. 
Though we travel through endless space ; 

We would still find life and love and hope 
And a beautiful resting place. 

(22) 



BEAUTIFUL NATURE. 

Open your souls to the beautiful things; 

Lift up your veiled eyes and see 
That this old world is a beautiful place, ^ 

A heaven, if we could agree. 

There's beautiful flowers and silvery streams 

And birds of many a feather; 
There's changes to suit the varying winds; 

There's sunshine and cloudy weather. 

There is the beautiful snow capped mountains 

And the valleys far, far below; 
There's pictures galore, in nature's old frame, 

No matter wherever you go. 

There's music and harmony ev'ry where, 

On land or on the rolling sea; 
There's the beat of the waves on the sandy 
beach, 

And the songsters in the tree. 

So lift your souls higher that you may see 
What this grand world holds up in view ; 

There's many beautiful things in this life. 
And many good blessings for you. 



A REVERIE 

A little bird sat on a tree. 
Chirped in the morning air; 

It opened up my soul to me 
And made the world seem fair. 

(23) 



A flower with its colors so bright 

Stood smiling up at me; 
It filled my soul with joy and light 

That I might happy be. 

I looked at the bird as it sang 

Happy and glad and free; 
While for me no gladness e're rang; 

No pleasure could I see. 

I looked at the brilliant flower 

In brightest colors clad; 
I wondered why I'm full of grief 

When nature seems so glad. 

I pondered on the things of life; 

I saw no reason why 
That I should not be free from strife, 

If I would only try. 

I look at life in a better light 

Than I ever did before ; 
I find if we will do the right, 

There's peace and joy in store. 

I see at last that brighter land 

May send its rays to me, 
So I can now in glory stand, 

No future need I see. 

DO YOUR DUTY. 

Do your duty while you can, 
While the sun is shining bright, 
While its day and ever light. 

Do your duty while you can. 

(24) 



Do your duty while you can 
With an ever willing heart ; 
Do it all, but not in part; 

Do your duty while you can. 

Do your duty while you can; 
Do it for its just and right ; 
Make your life a brilliant light; 

Do your duty while you can. 

Do your duty while you can; 
Do it now and never wait; 
Other days may be too late; 

Do your duty while you can. 

Do your duty while you can 
With a soul that's brave and strong; 
Do it with a cheerful song; 

Do your duty while you can. 

Do your duty while you can; 
Though the way be hard and rough; 
Of truth and courage have enough; 

Do your duty while you can. 

Do your duty while you can, 
For no other soul can do 
All the work that's meant for you; 

Do your duty while you can. 

OUR LADDER. 

The ladder of life is so long 
And sometimes hard to climb, 

But with patience and courage I know 
We"ll reach the top sometime. 

(25) 



GOD=LIFE. 

God lives and breathes in flowers and trees; 
God lives and moves in the birds and bees; 
God lives and thinks in the soul of man; 
God lives and loves in the angel clan. 

BELIEF AND KNOWLEDGE. 

Belief is only the shadow, 

But knowledge is the light of day; 
Belief may comfort a trifle, 

But to know is the better way. 

IN MEMORY OF LOLA. 

Lola has gone to a better land. 

Better and brighter than here, 
Sickness and sorrow can never be 

In that land of love and cheer. 

She was a dear and loving soul: 

Patient, kindhearted and true, 
With always a cheerful word and smile 

And always ready to do. 

We miss her step, we miss her face 

From our home and fireside; 
We bid farewell, while angels greet, 

And soon with her we will abide. 

Don't feel you are parted from Lola, 

No, no, she is ever near, 
Always trying to make you listen 

To a message that is dear. 

(26) 



Sometime when the evening shadows fall, 

And all is quiet and still, 
Her beautiful soul will then come near 

And with joy your soul will fill. 

The angels were ready and waiting. 

Yes, waiting for her, I know, 
To guide her soul to a better world 

And leave this sad life below. 

Her loved ones are singing with joy; 

Lola is singing too; 
They come, they come, their faces I see, 

With greetings now for you. 

KNOWLEDGE. 

I know we live beyond the grave; 

I know that death is naught; 
I know our spirit loved ones come 

Unbidden or unsought. 

I know there is another world 

Beyond this earthly sphere; 
I know it's far more beautiful 

Than any thing that's here. 

I know there is another life 

More glorious than this. 
For many times my mother comes 

To greet me with a kiss. 

I know there is a spirit life; 

I know this house of clay 
Was only meant to dwell therein 

And help us on our way. 

(27) 



I know we live right on and on; 

That spirit life is bright; 
We only stay on this old earth 

To learn to do the right. 



KEEP ON TRYING. 

What's the use of getting blue 
Cause there's only bread to chew; 

Keep on trying! 
Might as well just sing and smile, 
Keep up hope and wait a while ; 
Something's sure to come your way, 
Where there's a will there is a way ; 

Just keep on trying. 

If your clothes are not the best; 
Seems as though you never rest; 

Keep on trying! 
When the hour is dark and drear 
Then the light will soon appear ; 
There's no use to scold and stew 
Many good things yet for you; 

Just keep on trying. 
No matter if the world does frown; 
Some folks try to keep you down; 

Keep on trying! 
No matter, your friends may say 
That you fail most ev'ry day; 
You are looking straight ahead 
You will win whatever's said; 

Just keep on trying. 

(28) 



LOVE. 

What is this mystic subtle thing 

That twines around our heart; 
That covers like a mighty wing 

That never should depart. 
This universe is ruled by love, 

And all of nature's laws 
Are guided by the power above ; 

They haven't any flaws. 

*Tis something that you cannot see, 

'Tis better far than hate; 
*Tis something that must always be 

To keep the people straight. 
Love is a guiding star for all 

That leads to all things right; 
By loving all things great and small. 

Our lives grow ever bright. 

MY SWEETHEART. 

Oh, maiden fair, 

If I would dare 
To kiss your pretty lips, 

'Twould fill my soul 

With joy untold; 
They're sweet as honey drips. 

Oh, maiden dear. 

Don't ever fear 
To give your soul to me; 

I'll work for you, 

My love is true 
And we'd so happy be. 

(29) 



Oh, maiden sweet, 

To you I greet; 
I'd give you all my gold, 

For one sweet kiss 

From you, dear miss, 
'Twould give me joy untold. 

Oh, maiden love. 

Come, be my dove. 
Come walk with me through life. 

Come, fill the place 

No one can grace 
Except my darling wife. 

No maiden now 

My dear, I vow, 
A loving wife I see; 

My home is blest 

My soul's at rest ; 
A babe upon my knee. 

CHEERFUL THOUGHTS. 
When all the world seems dark and drear 

And your soul is discouraged and sad, 
The angel world is ever near 

Trying to make us glad. 

When our hearts are heavy with sorrow 
For our beloved ones passed away; 

Think not of trouble to borrow, 
They have not gone to stay. 

Many times when we sit alone 
And our souls are weary with grief. 

They're very near us in our home. 
Giving our souls relief. 

(30) 



When we think of those angel wings 

In that life on the other shore ; 
We hear the song our loved one sings 

To cheer us evermore. 

Oh guard your thoughts, don't let them roam, 
But hold them sacred and so dear, 

For they help to brighten our home 
And bring our loved ones near. 

COMFORTING THOUGHTS. 

To commune with my angel mother. 

Or some loving one that's dear, 
Is the sweetest pleasure that I own; 

how could I think of fear. 

But some folks think it is an awful thing 
That spirits can come back here ; 

They sneer and call them ghosts and goblins. 
Think they are something to fear. 

If they could only look at life now; 

Know that their loved ones are near; 
They would have more joy and more comfort; 

Spirits are nothing to fear. 

When I lay down at night to rest 

1 can very often see 

My spirit loved ones gathering near. 
Guarding, watching over me. 

And it ever makes my soul feel glad. 

For I know that they are near, 
Trying to guide my footsteps aright. 

And giving me hope and cheer. 

(31) 



I WILL. 

I will be honest, good and true, 

I will do what is right; 
I will my work and duty do, 

However hard I fight. 

I will dwell in the realms of love, 

I will think only good, 
I will be pure as any dove 

By doing as I should. 

I will send forth a brighter light, 

1*11 shed its rays abroad, 
1*11 help my fellow men do right 

And reap a rich reward. 

CAN AND WILL. 

I can be good and brave and true 

If I will only try; 
I can find better things to do 

Than sit around and sigh. 

I can control my thought and speech 

If I will only try; 
I can live up to what I preach, 

In helping others by. 

I can control my appetites 

If I will only try; 
I can surmount the tallest heights 

And never failure cry. 

I can now see a brighter life 

If I will only try; 
I can forgive a flagrant wrong. 

Then love will never die. 

(32) 



I can now see a God within 

If I will only try; 
I can within my soul awake 

The blessed, blessed I. 

RECOLECTIONS. 

When I was a little shaver, 

About six years or more, 
I had tons and tons of playthings 

Strewn round on mama's floor. 
I had a train of handsome cars, 

A track so they could run, 
I had a wooden rocking horse; 

Oh ! didn't I have fun. 

And I had bugles, fifes and horns, 

Could blow and make a noise; 
Often run my mother crazy 

With all my games and toys. 
But now I've grown to be a man. 

Can very seldom play; 
I've got a little shaver, too, 

That's happy all the day. 

PATIENCE. 

Be patient, patient dear and try once more 

To master the passions of life; 
There's ever guardians watching o'er 

To help us in the strife. 
For the hardest battle that's ever fought 

Is the battle we fight alone; 
And the greatest lesson that's ever taught 

That we must all atone. 

(33) 



HAPPINESS. 

Where is happiness to be found? 

For my soul is weary and sad ; 
I have searched this whole world round 

I find nothing to make me glad. 
I have waited and hoped for years 

To find that precious jewel rare; 
A joy and peace that drys my tears 

By making all things look so fair. 

IVe found, at last, it's now and here, 

We shall seek for the happy way, 
For happiness is ever near 

Ever ready, willing to stay. 
Down in the depths of my inmost heart* 

There is love and joy and peace today; 
It*s bliss that will never depart 

I'm sure, if we'll only obey. 
*soul. 

HOPE. 

There's a brighter, happier realm 
Than this sad world of gloom. 

There is a place of joy and peace 
Beyond the grave and tomb. 

There is a place where angels dwell 

In love and harmony, 
There is a world of beauty rare 

That mortals long to see. 

Before we reach that world so fair 

There's many hills to climb, 
And if we hope to dwell therein 

Our lives must brighter shine. 

(34) 



AS WE SOW SO SHALL WE REAP. 

Just as you throw out good thoughts, 

(For the law is ever true) 
As you think of your neighbor 

Your neighbor will think o£ you. 
As you fill up the measure 

With love and good will for all, 
Just so will your own life find 

Love and good will at your call. 

As you make your conditions, 

So will you live day by day ; 
As you sow you always will reap ; 

Nature is just in her way. 
As you fill your soul with love 

Your soul will throw it out again; 
Law is love and love is law; 

Our harvest is what we've been. 

KINDNESS. 

Think what a kindly word may mean 

To some poor weary heart; 
There is many a load unseen 

That kindness makes depart. 

Let kindness rule your every act 

Where'er in life you go; 
And if you want a kindly word 

Then kindness you must show. 

Be kind to all whom you may meet. 

To those that's near and dear, 
And to the stranger in the street 

Be kind and never fear. 

(35) 



LITTLE BY LITTLE. 

Little by little we journey on 
Ever trying to leave the wrong; 
Little by little the deeds we do 
Will build a home for me and you. 

Little by little our work is done 
Whenever we count a victory won; 
Little by little all things are made, 
Through nature's laws all debts are paid. 

Little by little our cup is filled, 

With love and peace our soul is thrilled; 

Little by little we live our life, 

A little joy, a little strife. 

Little by little we get our share, 
For grief and pain is everywhere; 
Little by little we learn to know 
Our life's made up of joy and woe. 

Little by little our lives must grow 
Just from the kind of seed we sow; 
Little by little we reach the goal 
And reap the harvest of the soul. 

STEADFASTNESS. 

Let the waters roll and the winds sweep high ; 
My soul will be calm as the bright blue sky; 
I will soar away to the realms above, 
Where angels are singing with those I love. 

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LIVING. 

When peace and duty reigns supreme 
You'll be happier than you dream, 
With love and goodness in your heart,* 
You'll make all evil things depart. 
With joy and gladness in your home 
You never more would want to roam ; 
To live in peace with joy, content, 
Is what the Great Designer meant. 

When soul and conscience reigns within 
There man and God will be akin ; 
To live this life without a flaw 
Will raise the soul above the law. 
When death shall call us safely home. 
And loved ones softly whisper "Come"; 
Then will my life begin to shine. 
Then will heavenly things be mine. 
*soul 

KEEP A SMILING FACE. 

Though your life with care is filled 

And you cannot keep the pace. 
And some loving voice is stilled. 

Try to keep a smiling face. 

Though your back with crosses bends 

And 'tis hard to win the race; 
Though you haven't many friends. 

Try to keep a smiling face. 

Though you live on coarsest food 

And your clothes not trimmed with lace; 
And your friends are often rude. 

Always keep a smiling face. 

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LITTLE DROPS. 

Little drops of beauty, 

Little drops o£ good, 
Help us do our duty. 

Living as we should. 
Little drops o£ gladness, 

Little drops of mirth 
Takes away the saddness, 

Bringing heaven to earth. 

LOOKING THE WRONG WAY. 

Sometimes our souls grow bitter 

With envy, malice and strife, 
With pain and vexation 

We look on the wrong side of life. 
We cherish fond hopes for us now, 

And see them wither and fall; 
It brings to our souls new grief. 

Makes trouble in life for all. 

When we're looking the wrong way 

All things appear upside down; 
We see no good in any one; 

Each can see our scowling frown. 
Be sure you look in the right way; 

Be sure you have a sweet smile; 
That your soul is filled with love; 

Yes, all will be well erst while. 

ANGELS. 

Beautiful stars in that world above; 
Beautiful angels watching with love; 
Guiding us on to the home of the soul; 
Guiding us now the same as of old. 

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TRIXIE TRY. 

I once had a little doggie, 

I called her Trixie Try, 
Her hair was white as any snow, 

Beautiful was her eye. 
She's the sweetest little doggie 

That ever I did own; 
She'd walk upon her two hind legs 

And speak for every bone. 

And if I took her for a hunt, 

(I did most every day) 
She'd dig the mountain beavers out 

And scare the quails away. 
And when I had to go to school 

And she was left alone. 
She'd come to meet me down the hill 

And run and race back home. 

THE HORSE. 

The horse, that noble animal. 

Is one of man's best friends. 
In summer's heat or winter's snow 

His back with burdens bends. 
How could man sow the fields of grain? 

How could we millions feed? 
How could the farmer ever live 

Without that noble steed? 
Some day the auto'll take his place 

In many a useful way; 
But who could love that iron horse 

Or who could feed it hay. 

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ASPIRATIONS. 

I drank deep draughts from the fountain 
of life, 

I filled my soul full well, 
I lingered long at the shrine of the Truth 

With joy no tongue can tell. 
I listened close in the solemn silence 

For voices soft and low 
To give me better knowledge, peace and love, 

To help my soul to grow. 

And in the silence of my longing soul 

I heard those voices sweet; 
They sounded the same to me as of old 

My joy was then complete. 
They filled my grief torn soul with gladness, 

With courage known to few; 
They lifted a weight of heavy sadness, 

Made life seem bright and new. 

I thought of my sorrowing fellowmen 

Living in doubt and fear, 
I thought of the Truth I could bring to them 

Of their loved ones so dear. 
So as I walk this dreary plane of life 

I will do whatever I can 
To cast away grim doubt and grusome fear 

To help my fellow man. 

BOSSY COW. 

Dear old bossy cow, 
She tramps the meadows green; 
She fills our pails with foamy milk, 
She is our bossy queen. 

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Dear old bossy cow, 
Your worth can ne'er be told ; 
The pails of milk that you do give 
Are worth their weight in gold. 

Dear old bossy cow, 
The children love you so ; 
How could we feed the little ones 
Without you, I don't know. 

ANGELS ARE NEAR. 

Angels are knocking. 
Knocking at the door of my heart; 

I open and bid them enter 
Never more to depart. 

Angels are whispering, 
Whispering in my listening ear. 

Telling me of many happy things 
About that land so dear. 

Angels are coming. 
Coming to yearning earth today. 

And bringing us love and sunshine 
To cheer us on our way. 

Angels are guiding, 
Guiding our wandering steps aright. 

Leading us out of the darkness 
Into the glorious light. 

Angels are waiting. 
Waiting, waiting for us, I know. 

In that land of love and beauty; 
Our work is done below. 

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GOD IS LOVE. 

Oh, what is God and where is He? 

We're seeking him to know; 
We ask this question o'er and o'er, 

We mortals here below. 
For in our minds we fashion God, 

Just as we live and do ; 
And if our God is Love and Life 

Then we are good and true. 
For God is good and God is Life, 

And God is ever near ; 
There is no place where God is not, 

We have no cause to fear. 

BEAUTIFUL THINGS. 

Beautiful birds with their songs so sweet, 
Beautiful flowers around our feet; 
Let us be cheerful, happy and glad. 
Beautiful nature is never sad. 
Beautiful sunshine over our head, 
Beautiful grasses on which we tread; 
Let us enjoy these beautiful things, 
For heaven it nearer and nearer brings. 

Beautiful mountains with ice and snow, 
Beautiful valleys to reap and sow; 
Oh, beautiful world, so full of life. 
Let us live for peace and not for strife. 
Beautiful angels from the land so bright. 
Forever coming to give us light. 
Lifting the shadows along our way, 
Telling us beautiful things to say. 

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A SURPRISE. 

Sing and be happy and drive av/ay care 
And our trouble will shrivel and die; 

Be happy and joyous, of good get a share, 
And your sorrows will fade by and by. 

Just sing like the birds, be happy and gay 
And your burdens will ever be light, 

Put off your troubles till some other day 
And your journey through life will be 
bright. 

Sing and be happy and get what you need 
Of the good things in life every day; 

Don't wait till the future ; this you must heed 
For now is the time;you find the way. 

CHILDISH MEDITATION. 

Little bird, why do you chirp? 

Why don't you talk to me? 
I couldn't understand your words, 

They're all "chirps" and "chickadee". 
One little bird says "chip, chip", 

Another "chickadee, dee"; 
I'd like to know the words you say; 

But they're all the same to me. 

If I could learn your language, 

Oh, would not that be great; 
Then I'd know what birdies say, 

And I'd write it on my slate. 
And then I'd have it printed 

And put in my books someday, 
So all the little children 

Would know what birdies say. 

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A MOTHER'S LOVE. 

A mother's love is always pure, 

'Tis always of the best; 
And though there's many kinds o£ love, 

A mother's love's the best. 

What love is so deep and lasting 

And pure as any dove. 
That stays when all things fail us, 

None but a mother's love. 

She watches o'er your bedside 
With the tenderest of care; 

In sickness or in sorrow 
Your mother's always there. 

When all of your friends forsake you, 
The world looks dark and drear; 

Your mother will never leave you, 
Her love is always dear. 

When troubles overwhelm you 

She'll help you all she can. 
And she'll never fail to tell you 

To be an honest man. 

Oh! boys and girls just stop and think 
What mother's done for you ; 

Don't hurt your souls by sin and drink 
For that hurts mother, too. 

So be good and kind to mother 

In everything you do. 
For you'll never find another 

So faithful and so true. 

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ANGELS ARE HOVERING NEAR. 

Angels are hovering round us today 
Bringing us gladness and cheer; 

Guiding our souls while we're journeying 
here, 
Angels are hovering near. 

Cho. 

Hovering near, hovering near. 

Angels are hovering near; 
Angels are hovering round us today, 

Angels are hovering near. 

Cho. 

Angels are coming to teach us the way. 

Telling us never to fear; 
Open your souls to this glorious Truth, 

Angels are hovering near. 

Cho. 

Angels are bringing glad tidings o£ love. 

Bringing a message so dear ; 
Telling the truth of their wonderful life; 

Angels are hovering near. 

REWARD. 

Why were we placed in this old world? 

Why do we live at all? 
Many an aching soul has asked 

That's ready now to fall. 
The hills are steep and hard to climb. 

The road is hard to make; 
It seems the end we'll never reach; 

Oh how our souls doth ache. 

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For out o£ all this toil and strife 

There's lessons to be learned, 
And if our road was always smoothe 

Nothing would be ever earned. 

If we would have a mansion bright 

Beyond this earthly plane 
We need a soul that's brave and strong 

To work with might and main. 

But all this toil is not for naught, 

For sometime and somewhere, 
A rich reward we'll surely reap ; 

Not here, but "Over There". 

THE INDIAN. 

Who is it tramped the forest wild 

In days long past and gone 
And hunted game for wife and child? 

The Indian. 

Who lived a life of perfect ease 

And freedom from all toil? 
Who could not live as white man sees? 

The Indian. 

Who lived a cruder, simpler way 

Than ever white man could? 
Who knew no vices of today? 

The Indian. 

Who clothed themselves in skins of beasts? 

Who never tilled the soil? 
Who roamed the plains from West to East? 

The Indian. 



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CHIEF RED FEATHER. 
There once was an Indian lassie 

She had a sweetheart brave; 
He was a bold, daring warrior, 

But still her humble slave. 

Cho. 

Come, pretty maiden, come with me, 

Come be my bride, so happy we"ll be; 
Pretty maiden give me your soul ; 

We'll be together and make a whole. 

Cho. 

He courted her most gallantly, 

Her soul was filled with pride ; 
Says she "If you were a hero 

Then I would be your bride." 

Cho. 

Oh, day o£ bliss, this fervent lover 

Fought in the fiercest fray, 
They crowned him Great Chief Red Feather; 

He won his bride that day. 

A PRAYER. 
Angel friends, pray keep me good, 
Keep me living as I should. 
Keep me cheerful, keep me glad. 
Never let my soul grow sad. 
Keep me and keep me strong, 
Keep me happy all day long ; 
Angel friends, I pray of you 
Keep me patient, kind and true, 
Take me safely to my friends 
In that life that never ends; 
Accept my thanks o'er again; 
Praises be to thee. Amen. 

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A LESSON. 

I had a little sweetheart once, 

Eyes like violets blue, 
Her cheeks were like the roses red 

Her lips a scarlet hue. 

She had a fount o£ golden hair, 

Her skin was white as milk 
Eyelashes swept her pretty cheeks, 

They were as fine as silk. 

I dearly loved this pretty maid, 

I won her for my own; 
But one sad day when I came home 

My little bird had flown. 

Some lover fair had stole her heart 

And taken her from me ; 
So I am left alone to mourn 

In grief and misery. 

But I have learned a lesson 
Worth more to me than gold ; 

Don't ever love a pretty face 
But love a gracious soul. 

PEACE. 

Though all the world may disagree. 
Let us two live in harmony; 
For who can know the rest in peace? 
A blessing that should never cease. 

How could the people ever live 
Without the blessings peace doth give? 
They'd ever be stranded apart 
Living lives with a hardened heart. 

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Let us practice a peaceful mood, 
Never again be cross or rude ; 
Many troubles would cease to be, 
A long and happy life we'd see. 

RIGHT LIVING. 

Let kind and loving words 
Be ever on your lips. 
And let your manner be 
As sweet as honey drips. 

Let honesty prevail 
In every act of life. 
And with your neighbors ever live 
In peace, and not in strife. 

Let all your deeds and thoughts 
Be always at their best. 
Keep love and duty in your soul 
And you will then be blest. 

PEACE AND HARMONY. 

Give me a peaceful, happy sphere 
Where all things harmonize; 

For peace and love is ever near 
The portals of the wise. 

Sweet peace is like a jewel rare. 
It sheds its rays so bright; 

And every soul can have a share 
And find a peaceful light. 

Let harmony forever dwell 
Around your hearth at home; 

For if you want a happy dell 
Harmony you must own. 

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IT WILL ALWAYS PAY. 

Try being just and honest 

With your neighbor every day 

And dwell in peace and comfort; 
You will find 'twill always pay. 

Try being bright and cheerful 
And throw your care away, 

See the sunny side of life; 

You will find 'twill always pay. 

Try being true and gentle 

With children's innocent way, 

Guide their little souls with love; 
You will find 'twill always pay. 

Try living truth and justice. 

You can most every day. 
Bring out the best that's in you; 

You will find 'twill always pay. 

Try being kind and patient, 
Bearing your crosses today. 

Doing your duty gladly; 

You will find 'twill always pay. 

Try being free and easy, 

For life is only a play. 
Hold no malice in your soul ; 

You will find 'twill always pay. 

Try being good and thoughtful, 
Chase the evil thoughts away. 

It will bring a happy life; 
You will find 'twill always pay. 

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PERSEVERANCE. 

The road is dark and dense and drear 

I cannot see my way; 
Keep right on and never fear 

For light will come some day. 
For some place in eternity 

There'll come a happy time, 
Your heart will beat with joy and glee 

And happiness Divine. 

'Tis then we'll know beyond a doubt 

That all our earthly cares 
Our soul could never do without; 

Or ever climb the stairs. 
Then keep right on and do not stop 

For any worldly thing, 
Your soul will then in triumph rise 

And lovely music sing. 

TRUTHFUL FACTS. 

When thinking thoughts of love; 
The angels from above 
Seem gathered round us here. 
With brightest hope and cheer. 

When living at our best, 
Our mind at peace and rest. 
Then good is ever near 
It casteth out all fear. 

By doing deeds that's good. 
We're living as we should. 
In helping men to rise 
We help ourselves likewise. 

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KEEP THE SUNSHINE IN YOUR SOUL. 

Keep the sunshine in your soul, 

Let it glisten bright and clear, 
It may help to light the pathway 

Of some other soul so dear. 

Keep the sunshine in your soul. 
Throw its beaming far and wide ; 

Though you may not reap the blessing 
'Till you reach the other side. 

Keep the sunshine in your soul. 

Keep the pencils ever bright. 
With rays of love and sparkling truth; 

Make your life a shining light. 

Keep the sunshine in your soul. 

Keep it shining, never wait. 
The beams, the rays, the pencils bright 

'Till you pass beyond the gate. 



A PROMISE. 

When the storm is raging o'er us. 
The clouds are dark and drear; 

Just look for the silver lining 
That's ever bright and clear. 

The saddest soul will sometimes rise 
Above all grief and sorrow, 

Somewhere out in the bright blue sky 
It may be tomorrow. 

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ANGEL WISHES. 

WeVe given you a taste of the beautiful 

On the other side of life; 
We have shown you a better way to live 

In peace, and not in deadly strife. 

We want you to be patient and godly, 

And rise to a higher plane. 
And give to the hungering world new 
thoughts, 

And bring them back to love again. 

We want you to love and be kind and true 

To everything far and near; 
We want you to cherish the Golden Rule 

Above ev'ry thing else that's dear. 

ASK AND SEEK AND KNOCK. 

Ask and you shall receive all things 
Whatsoever the soul desires; 
All the good and the beautiful 
Will come to you. 
All things needful to thy comfort 
And progress will be given unto you. 
Seek and you shall find all 
Wisdom and knowledge and truth 
Seek for love and goodness and 
Peace, and joy and happiness, and 
You shall find it abundantly. 
Knock and the door shall be opened, 
And you shall stand on the threshold 
Between the two worlds, 
And gaze in rapture and delight 
On the beautiful things of nature. 

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ENDURANCE. 

Why do you fret and fume and storm 
When any thing goes wrong? 

For all the burdens you have borne 
Will help to make you strong. 

There's a lesson in all we do, 
In every battle that we fight; 

Be patient, kind and you will know 
That all things work out right. 

There is nothing by chance in life, 

Always a guiding hand 
That sees beyond trouble and strife, 

Leads to a better land. 

Our stay is short, this earthly plane 

Gives but a day of school; 
So much learning there is to gain. 

So much by rote and rule. 

No soul gain gain all knowledge here; 

The greater part to be 
Must come without a pain, a tear. 

When soul is surely free. 

SCATTER SEEDS. 
Scatter seeds of love and kindness 

All along your way. 
They'll return with many blessings 

Some near future day. 
Scatter seeds of truth and knowledge 

Everywhere you go. 
You may reap a richer harvest 

Than you soul doth know. 

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Scatter seeds of peace and justice 

O'er the ocean far, 
It will lighten all your burden, 

Close the cruel war. 
Scatter seeds of all thats goodly, 

Scatter far and wide, 
It will fill this earth with beauty. 

Bring heaven to your side. 

SING AND BE HAPPY. 

Sing and be happy, let your voice resound 
From mountain top to valleys low. 

And let your soul with joy abound. 
Forever onward go. 

Sing and be happy, let your soul with love 
Reach to the uttermost parts of earth. 

And let the angels from above 

Be ever round your home and hearth. 

Sing and be happy, live in harmony 
With every creature, far and near, 

By being happy we will know 
All living things to God is dear. 

O, sing and be happy, ye mortal friends. 
Why should we weep the bitter tears? 

Our road through life so often tends 
To bring us peace in after years. 

O, sing and be happy, 'tis better so, 
To go through life in joyful song; 

It lifts us up and out of woe ; 
It brings us peace the whole day long. 

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SEEK THE GOOD. 

There is good in everything 

That dwells upon the earth; 
Then let us seek to find it 

And praise it for its worth. 
Set not your soul on evil, 

And do not seek to find 
Something wrong in all you meet, 

But seek the good and kind. 

What you seek you're sure to find. 

Much better it would be 
To seek for love and goodness 

And let the evil flee. 
If you look for love and life 

You'll wear a smiling face, 
With never frowns and wrinkles; 

Then give the wrong a chase. 

STAR THOUGHTS. 

Millions of stars in the sky so fair; 
Millions of thoughts in the waves of air; 
As the little stars twinkle and shine 
So let us keep our thoughts good, Divine. 

Millions of minds at work and play 
And gathering in these thoughts today; 
Each little thought has its work to do 
Building a life for me and for you. 

Millions are living and daily blest 

By thinking only thoughts that are best, 

Letting the evil ones pass away 

And keeping the good ones all the day. 

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THINK RIGHT. 

Think right 'tis only a habit 
That forms the deeds we do; 

Clear the way for thinking right 
'Twill be better for you. 

Think right on every subject 
Whatever the work you do, 

Be sure that your thoughts are right; 
Give them a clearer view. 

Think right 'tis the greatest thing 
That a soulful man has done; 

To govern your thoughts today 
Means a victory always soon. 

WHY NOT? 

Why do you fret and worry and stew? 

Why is your soul so sad? 
Why do you make such a great to do? 

Why not be happy and glad? 

Why do you worry your life away? 

It makes things worse for you; 
Why not be happy in work or play? 

It will be better for you. 

Why do you scold the children so dear? 

You can find a better way; 
Why not be pleasant and keep them near? 

Be careful in all you say. 



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WHAT I CAN DO. 

I can bring peace and happiness 

To many whom I meet; 
By speaking with a kindly smile 

*Twould make this life more sweet. 

I can do many, many things 

To help the world along, 
If I will only get to work 

And battle with the wrong. 

I can help a fallen sister, 
Raise her from the ground, 

Tell of the love, true love. 
And where that love is found. 

I can help a loving mother 

In all her daily work ; 
I can wash, scrub, knit, sew and bake 

And never, never shirk. 

I can help a dear old friend 
And make her life so glad; 

I can speak a loving word; 
No soul can then be sad. 

I can sing a beautiful song 

To cheer the aged man 
If I will sow the living seed; 

I will, I know I can. 

I can feed a hungry soul 

With words of truest worth; 

I can check their dying groans 
As their soul is leaving earth. 

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I can ease their dying bed 

That's filled with sorrow rife; 

I can sing "Sweet Home" to them 
And tell them of true life. 



TRY. 

Try and live for some good purpose, 
Try and help the world along, 

Try to think of only goodness, 
Try to trample down the wrong. 

Try to make each day seem better, 
Try to live for truth and right. 

Try to live up to the letter 

That your conscience tells is bright. 

Try to brighten every hour 
By a cheerful word or song. 

Try in sunshine and in shower 
To forever fight the wrong. 



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PART II. 
Mrs. Jennie Johnson. 



A LIGHT DIVINE. 



Upward ever to the goal 

Beaching ever to the light 

Of Superstition, to the day 

The clouds of error that so long 

And doubt and darkness and deceit 

These are the thorns along by path, 

And wounded, bleeding, oft I go 

Without one ray of light to gleam 

To lift me from dark despair 

But now o'er darkened earth doth shine 

That sweeps away old musty lore 

Of truth and justice, love and peace, 

From fetters that have bound me strong, 

Hath led my feet so oft astray, 

And I have blindly groped my way, 

For light to guide me, other than 

And naught hath been my teachings here 

Until this dispensation new, 

Hath brought me lessons pure and sweet 

Brought from the angel world in love 

And I have tasted of the bread. 

No more in darkness shall I walk. 

With my dear loved ones gone before, 

And when I climb the golden stair 

To fold me in a loved embrace. 

On me the mantle hath been spread, 

And angel hands my pathway blest. 

That rest — that truthfulness of soul 

Mine is the mission here to teach 

To point the erring to the light 

And blessings shall my footsteps tend 

angel friends that look on me, — 

1 thank thee for the Light Divine 
I rest my longing, waiting soul 
And grant to dear ones now above 
Well I know I'll meet at the door 
For all of love is surely mine 

I know that law I cannot change 
And yet I pray with all my might 
To grasp the truth that knows no fear, 
To seek that peace that is in store 
To feel that love that Jesus knew — 
I know that death's an open door — 
That life eternal shall be mine, — 

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tends my soul; 
through darkened night 
that breaks away 
hath brought me wrong 
that trips my feet; 
my walk of earth, 
in grief and woe, 
with cheering beam, 
to hopes more fair. 
A Light Divine, 
and opes the door 
which brings release 
hath held me long, 
shut out the day, 
nor sought to pray 
the older pen, 
but doubt and fear, 
so good and true, 
for angels meat — 
my soul to move, 
been angel fed. 
but I shall talk 
beyond death's shore; 
they will be there 
close, face to face, 
the light been shed, 
hath brought me rest — 
that makes me whole; 
the soul to reach; 
of truth and right, 
until life's end . 
thy light I see. 
that now is mine, 
on Thee, the Whole; 
all of my love, 
my loved once more; 
by law Divine, 
within my range, 
for greater light 
from year to year; 
forever more; 
it is my due. 
I ask no more; 
A Light Divine. 



A WELCOME TO SPRING. 

We welcome thee back, we welcome thee here, 
For long thou hast stayed pursuing thy 
chase ; 
Roaming the tropics and viewing the place. 

The place thou hast left, yes left for a year. 

We think thou art here, the snow-drops in 
bloom 
Thy presence is here to brighten the gloom. 

We welcome thee back, we hail thee with 
cheer, 
Thy coming weVe watched and wished for 
the time; 
Thy welcome we sing and place it in 
rhyme, 
Old winter has gone, no cold need you fear. 

We see thou art here, each bud and each tree 
Have swelled up their bosoms a welcoming 
thee. 

O hasten thy coming, hasten the flowers. 
Hasten thy voyage, Oh, do not delay, 
But come with sunshine and pleasure today. 

And chase from our spirits these sorrows 
of ours. 

We feel thou art here, our spirits are light, 
And join in the song to welcome the sight. 

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O come with thy song, come bring us glad 
cheer, 
Thou art the emblem of life, we will sing 
Glory to thee beautiful, beautiful spring 

A gift from above by the great Overseer. 

We hear thou hast come, the birds on the 

wing 
Are twitting and trilling their pleasure to 

sing. 

Thou giver of life, we'll join you today; 
Souls have awakened, thy sunshine is here, 
Thy life giving force hath no crowning 
pier; 

Nature will sing with thy life cheering lay. 

We know thou art here, God's promise is true. 
We hasten to give a welcome to you. 



NOTHING AND SOMETHING. 

It's Nothing to me the beauty said 

With a careless toss of her pretty head, 

The man is weak who can't refrain 

From the cup you say is fraught with pain; 

It was Something to her in after years 

When her eyes were drenched with burn- 
ing tears 

And her heart was filled with grief and 
dread 

As she startled to hear a staggering tread. 

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It is Nothing to me the mother said 
I have no fear that my boy will tread 
The downward path of sin and shame, 
And crush my heart and darken his name; 
It was Something to her when that only 
son 

From the path of right was early won, 
And madly cast in the flowing bowl 
A mind, body and sin-wrecked soul. 

It is Nothing to me the voter said 
The party loss is my greatest dread, 
Then gave his vote for the liquor trade 
Though hearts were crushed which drunk- 
ards made ; 
It was Something to him in after life 
When his only daughter was a drunkard's 
wife 

And her hungry children cried for breaa 
And trembled to hear their father's tread. 

It was Nothing to me the merchant said 
As over the ledger he bent his head, 
I'm busy today with tare and tret 
I have no time to fume and fret; 

It was Something to him when, over the 
wire, 

A message came from a funeral pyre, 
A drunken conductor had wrecked a train 
And his wife and child were among the 
slain. 

It is Nothing to us who idly sleep 

While the cohorts of death their vigils keep 

To gather the young and thoughtless in 

(66) 



And grind in our midst a grist of sin; 
It is Something yes, for all in this land 
To work by faith in a Temperance band 
And drive from our home, God has given, 
The tempting cup so cursed in heaven. 

It is Nothing to me did I hear you say. 
When thousands of souls are led astray 
So my son and my daughter are left 
And my mother's heart is not bereft? 
But it's Something to them who lie 
In a drunkard's grave where souls ne'er die 
But they dread, and v/ait and hunger and 
thirst 

But surely must hear at last "Depart ye 
cursed." 

SINCE LOVE AND ME ARE ONE. 

The plant seems fresher, finer. 

The leaves more even on the stem.. 
The flowers brighter, gayer, 

Than once I looked at them. 
The grass is greener, softer, 

More beautiful to see. 
The tree looms higher, taller, 

Than once it seemed to me : 
Since love and me are one. 

The lake is deeper, clearer, 

The bank seems ever near. 
The ocean roars fainter, milder. 

The water's growing clear. 
The bird trills, sweeter, dearer, 

(67) 



As he flits from bough to bough, 
The lark soars farther, higher. 
It's music to me now 

Since love and me are one. 

The wind sighs gentler, softer. 

As it whistles through the air, 
The sun shines warmer, grander, 

And nothing seems so dead 
Since love and me are one. 
The storm grows calmer, stiller. 

With cadence everywhere; 
The rain comes freer, fuller. 

The grain lifts up its head, 

My father's gentler, kinder, 

I fain would seek his knee. 
My mother's sweeter, fairer, 

And dearer now to me. 
My wife seems grander, better, 

Much closer than before. 
My babe laughs sweeter, clearer, 

A toddling round the floor. 
Since love and me are one. 

My soul leaps higher, higher, 

Its bounds I cannot see. 
My life is brighter, purer. 

Than e're before, to me. 
My God is better, kinder. 

Much closer, seems to me. 
And I grow nearer, nearer, 

Nearer my God to Thee; 

Since love and me are one. 

(6S) 



CONSOLATION. 

Written to Harrison D. Barrett when h» 
was overwhelmed with sorrow, grief and 
despair. 
Art thou weary my brother of earth's bitter 

life, 
Its cares, its conflicts, its battles, its strife? 
Art weary of wanderings o'er earth's dreary 

wild? 
In cloud, or in sunshine, a tempest-tossed 

child; 
Weary of forming a friendship today 
That tomorrow is severed, peradventure for 

aye? 
Weary of praise? — oft a falsified sound- 
Seeking the rest, which, alas ! few have found? 

Art thou weary my brother? sighs thy spirit 
for rest? 

Have thorns pierced thy brow, tares entered 
thy breast? 

Does sickenss and sorrow attend thy path- 
way? 

Does clouds thick with darkness obscure the 
clear day? 

Weary of strugling the band to set free? 

The clank of whose chains sound from over 
the sea; 

Weary of pointing the tempest tossed soul 

To a haven of rest, an anchoring goal. 

Art weary? ah, no! thy spirit is strong 
To grapple in might, with foes in the wrong, 

(69) 



The demon of ignorance hurl from his 

throne 
While Justice and honor claim thee as their 

own. 
Thy soul shall march on the ascending line; 
Truth, wisdom and mercy shall meet at thy 

shrine, 
Until thy dear loved ones shall lean on thy 

breast, 
And angels shall call "Brother, come to thy 

rest." 

Finished after his Resurrection. 

Thou art resting, dear brother, in that higher 

life 
Where care, sorrow, envy, malice nor strife 
Can enter the soul that's fought a brave fight 
Battling for Truth, Justice, honor and right. 
Go, on, thou bravest and grandest of souls 
Earth holds no place for you; the angel 

unfolds 
His beautiful wings and whispers "Well 

done. 
And thou shalt shine on as long as the sun." 
Yes, thou art blessed the great giver above 
Hast known of thy deeds, encomposed with 

love; 
Thy true soul was ever battling the wrong; 
Thy body was weak, but thy soul e'er strong ; 
Thou gavest thy body, thy soul to the Cause 
And fought for its freedom from man's 

cursed laws, 
I pray for thy rest, while we reap the gram 
Sown by thy words. Rest now free from 

pain. 

(70) 



A WARNING. 

They told me not to love you, 

They said that you would prove 
Unworthy o£ so rich a gem 

As woman's lasting love; 
But I believed them not, ah no ! 

I knew it could not be. 
That one so false as they thought you, 

Could be so dear to me. 

They told me to discard you; 

Yet I could not cease to love; 
You were so much like him 

In angel lands above ; 
He left me here on heartless earth. 

In solitude to roam; 
His memory clings around my soul 

In this, my lonely home. 

He dwells in heaven, now, while I 

Am doomed to dwell on this cold earth. 
Oh, how my sad soul longs to break 

Away and wander forth. 
From star to star it course would be, 

Unresting it would go, 
*Till we united are, above 

Who severed were below. 

They told me not to love you; 

They said you were untrue, 
And bade me have a care, lest I 

Should do what I might rue. 
I scorned their kindly warnings; 



I could not think that you 
Concealed beneath so fair a brow 
A soul, unjust, untrue. 

They told me to discard you; 

They said you meant me ill ; 
They darkly spoke of friends who lure 

And smile, and kiss, and kill. 
I, all unheeding, heard them, for 

I knew it could not be, 
That one so false as they thought you 

Could be so dear to me. 

I LIVE NOT IN VAIN. 

If I have but lifted one burden of woe 
From the sad, aching heart of another, 

If by my efforts and labors below 

Have bestowed on a poor needy brother, 

That which relieved him from sorrow and 
pain, 

I hold that my life has not been in vain. 

If one ray of light from my soul has been 
shed 

To brighten the lone path of the weary; 
If one hungry soul, only, by me has been fed, 

And its sad soul in life made less dreary,— 
Then I am content *mid sunshine or rain 
To toil, for 1*11 know I live not in vain. 

If by look, word or deed, in kindness 
bestowed, 
I have kept from the pit man or woman, 

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And led them away from destruction's broad 
road 
Into paths that would make them more 
human, 
Though little the merit and small the gain, 
I will feel my life has not been in vain. 

Has a sigh or a tear by me been dispelled. 
And a sweet smile of peace been created '? 

Has the darkness or error I have beheld 
Been by truth promptly met and defeated? 

Then let me rejoice and sing the refrain, 

I am not living here wholly in vain. 

Have I eased the pain that was racking the 
frame 

Of a suffering sister or brother? 
Have I proven the fact of life after death 

And comforted the soul of a mother? 
Sing, my soul, with rapture again, again, 
I know that my life has not ben in vain. 

I AM WEARY. 

Yes, I'm weary, oh so weary. 
Weary working night and day; 

And for me there comes no comfort 
While within this life I stay. 

Yes, I'm weary, surely weary 

Of the jangling and the strife 
Yes, I'm weary, oh so weary 

Battling with this earthly life. 

(73) 



I am weary hearing, seeing 
All the poor around my door, 

Kneeling, praying, for bread to eat, 
While the rich man has full store. 

Yes, I*m weary, think ye I'm not? 

When my soul does see the law 
Begrimed, besmirged. I want to see 

Justice dealt without a flaw. 

I am weary, when I'm thinking 
Of the Judgment that's in sight, 

When your soul that renders justice 
On this earth, is put to flight. 

I am weary of the rulers 

Crushing down the honest man ; 
Making laws that grind the woman; 

Yes, it's "God's eternal plan". 

I am weary of the warring 
For the moneyed of the land; 

For the killing of the youthful 
To establish all the grand. 

I am weary of the clamor 

In this world for pelf; 
Killing, crushing, stealing, grafting, 

With never a thought of self. 

I am weary, weary hearing 
Of the fallen state of man ; 

When the history, in truth, declares 
Progress in the eternal plan. 

I am weary of the preacher 
Telling of an endless hell 

(74) 



God has prepared for thinking men; 
And where sinless infants dwell. 

I am weary of the praying 

To a far off God above, 
Whose distant ears can never hear 

Pleadings of a mother's love. 

I am weary, yes, I*m weary 
Of the sorrow and the pain, 

When true love could banish either. 
Never more to come again. 

1*11 be weary, no, no, never. 

When each soul shall find true life- 
(Hidden now within the portals,) 

Living, loving, free from strife. 

I'm not weary that now I see 
Souls awakening unto right; 

Pushing forward mighty forces; 
Telling love is full of might. 

I'm not weary now, I'm living 
In that blessed brotherhood. 

Where each soul's service rendered 
Pushes forward all for good. 

I'm not weary for I'm loving; 

All of life to me is given; 
And I'm trusting, knowing true love 

Will make this earth a heaven. 

I'm not weary, now I'm nearing 

The portals to the land 
Where I'll meet my darling loved ones 

On the fairer, golden strand. 

(75) 



O. K. 

I read my poems to a friend, 

One sunny, shiny day; 
He sweetly smiled and quickly said, 

"Mrs. J., they're all O. K." 

I showed some very fancy things, 

I thought would surely pay ; 
She cast a fleeting glance at them 

Then said, "They're all O. K." 

I saw some very lucious fruit 

Beside a fancy lady, gay; 
I asked about their qualities 

She smiled "They're all O. K." 

I met a little girlish friend 
That looked so neat and gay; 

I asked her about a certain gent; 
She blushed "He's all O. K." 

I asked a little romping lad, 

A riding on his sleigh, 
If sleds were made of best of stuff; 

"Yes, yes, they're all O. K." 

I watched some girls that finely danced; 

They looked so sweet and gay; 
A gent that stood along my side 

Nodded "They're all O. K." 

I purchased at a ten cent store; 

'Twas very small, I say; 
The clerk then wrapped it up 

And grinned "It's all O. K." 

(76) 



I bought a bank of watered stock ; 

('Twas out upon the bay;) 
The agent swore 'twas all pure stuff 

And said "It's all O. K." 

I questioned all I chanced to meet, 

To hear what they would say ; 
The answer always came the same; 
Sure, sure, "They're all O. K." 

I asked a friend, "What is O. K.?" 

To obtain a tilter. 
He answered with a twinkling eye, 

"O. K. is *Out of Kilter'." 

THE ANGEL PICTURE. 

The dear old halls of college 

I am going to leave today; 
The busy wheels of the car train 

Will soon bear me far away. 
Within the walls of my mem'ry 

Are scenes I will ever retain; 
They flit through my mind in pictures 

Over and over again. 

I went into school with strangers. 

And I plodded my way along; 
But ere my school days were ended 

We were friends so good and strong. 
Of all that clings to my memory. 

Of scenes in the old college halls, 
The dearest are those grand pictures 

That hung on the college walls. 

(77) 



Guarding the rights of the college 

With his eye on them all below, 
O'er the stage the wing spread eagle, 

Is gently swaying to and fro. 
In honor of Gen'ral Garfield, 

A picture (most nobly designed), 
Is placed in a frame of walnut. 

It is a hero resigned. 

But never in all my rambling 

Have I seen a drawing more grand, 
Than that little "angel picture" 

With its cheek on its dimpled hand. 
Its dark bright eye is cast upward. 

Behind it a vapory shroud; 
Its cheek is touched by its fingers 

While its elbow rests on a cloud. 

The clouds are above, below it. 

Yes floating in columns and rings; 
Slowly it fans the dark vapor 

With its beautiful snow white wings. 
The ringlets of curls that encircle 

The face so beautiful and fair. 
Gives to the entranced beholder 

A glimpse of the "home over there". 

I think if a gleam of sunshine 

Should fall on its beautiful face, 
'Twould not be so grand and lovely 

As that in the clouds that I trace. 
There's beauty in that expression ; 

There's something so charming and grand. 
That when I gaze on its features 

I lose my own self command. 

(78) 



Ever again I have wondered 

Why I fall in a trance of delight, 
When I come into its presence 

My senses are lost in my sight. 
I've sat for hours in the schoolroom 

And gazed on that beautiful face; 
Purity, sweetness, and goodness. 

Where all I could picture or trace. 

I shall see grander galleries; 

I shall frequent another hall ; 
I shall hear another school bell 

That's sounding its morning call. 
Where e'er I go I'll remember 

The face (the most charming of all,) 
Of that little "angel picture" 

Which hangs on the college wall. 

THE BEYOND. 

It seemeth but a little way to me, 

Across that strange country. The Beyond; 

And yet not strange, for it is now to me 
The home of those of whom I am so fond 

They make it seem familiar, and most dear 

As far off friends bring distant countries 
near. 

So close it is, that when my sight is clear, 
I see the brightly gleaming strand; 

And feel that those who've gone before, 
Come near enough to touch my hand; 

I often think but for our darkened eyes, 

We would find that heaven around us lies. 

(79) 



I do not make it seem a day of dread, 
When from this earth I journey out 

To that dearer country of the dead, 

And join the loved ones, dreamed about, 

I love this world ; but I shall want to go, 

And meet the loved that wait for me I know. 

I never stand around a bier and see 

The look of death on some well loved face, 

But it comes to me, one more to welcome me 
When I shall cross the intervening space 

Between this land and the other, over there — 

One more to make that distant home more fair. 

And so to me there is no sting to death ; 

And so the grave has lost its victory; 
It is but moving with abated breath. 

And closed lips, across a strip of sea. 
To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, 
More beautiful, morelovely than before. 

Yet I shall stay and work my life end out. 
To do the good the Master taught us how; 
I fear no foe, my foes are not without; 

I do my very best and do it now; 
The light has come, the awakened soul shall 
rise 

And meet the loved ones beyond the azure 
skies. 

I weep no more, my tears have ceased to flow 
Since life and death are doubly dear to me; 

What can I wish for more, I love to know 
That he and she have never ceased to be; 

This land a footstool is; in that fairer place 

We'll meet our loved ones face to face. 

(80) 



VOICES FROM THE SPIRIT LAND 
In the silence of the midnight, 

When the cares of day are o'er 
In my soul I hear the voices 

Of the loved ones gone before; 
Hear their words of comfort whispering 

That they'll watch on every hand 
And I love, I love to list to 

Voices from the Spirit Land. 

In my wanderings oft there cometh 

Sudden stillness in my soul. 
When around, above, within it, 

Rapturous joys unnumbered roll; 
Though around me all is tumult 

Noise and strife on every hand; 
Yet, within my soul, I list to 

Voices from the Spirit Land. 

Loved ones that have gone before us 

Whisper words of peace and joy; 
Those that long since have departed 

Tell us their divine employ 
Is to watch and guard our footsteps; 

Oh ! it is an angel band ; 
And my soul is cheered in hearing 

Voices from the Spirit Land. 

I shall cross the flowing river 

In some near but future day; 
I shall meet my waiting loved ones 

Standing near the open way; 
When the pearly gates swing open 

They will grasp me by the hand; 
Then my soul will linger near 

Voices in the Spirit Land. 
(81) 



THE NEW CHURCH DOCTRINE. 

There's come a sing'lar doctrine, Sue, 

Into our church today; 
These cur'us words is what the new 

Young preacher had to say: 
That literal everlastin' fire 

Was mostly in our eye; 
That sinners dead, if they desire, 

Can get another try; 
He doubted if a warmer clime 

Than this world could be proved ; 
The little snip — I fear sometime 

He'll get his doubts removed. 

I've watched my duty, straight an' true 

An' tried to do it well; 
Part of time kept heaven in view, 

An' part steered clear of hell. 
An' now half of this work is naught. 

If I must list to him. 
An' this 'ere devil I have fought 

Was only just a whim; 
Vain are the dangers I have braved, 

The sacrifice they cost; 
For what fun is it to be saved 

If no one else is lost? 

Just think! — Suppose when once I view 
The heaven I've tried to win, 

A lot of unsaved sinners, too, 
Comes walkin' grandly in! 

An' acts to home, same as if they 
Had read their titles clear, 

An' looks at me as if to say 

(82) 



"We're glad to see you here!" 
As if to say "While you have been 

So fast to toe the mark, 
We waited till it rained, an* then 

Got tickets for the ark !" 

Yet there would be some in that crowd 

I'd rather like to see ; 
My poor boy Jack — it must be 'lowed 

There was no one worse than he! 
I've always felt somewhat to blame 

In several different ways, 
That he lay down on thorns o' shame 

To end his boyhood days; 
An' I'd be willin' to endure 

If that the Lord thought best, 
A minute's quite hot temperature 

To clasp him to my breast. 

Old Captain Barnes was evil's son — 

With heterodoxy crammed; 
I used to think he'd be the one 

If any one was damned; 
Still, when I saw a lot o' poor, 

That he had clothed an' fed, 
Cry desolately round his door 

As soon as he was dead. 
There came a thought beyond control. 

That, in some neutral land, 
I'd like to meet that scorched up soul, 

An' shake it by the hand. 

Poor Jennie Willis, with a cry 
Of hopeless, sad distress, 

(83) 



Sank sudden down, one night, to die, 

All in her ball-room dress ; 
She had a precious little while 

To pack up an' away; 
She even left her sweet, good smile — 

'Twas on the face next day ; 
Her soul went off unclothed by even 

One stitch of saving grace; 
How could she hope to go to heaven, 

An' start from such a place? 

But once, when I lay sick an' weak 

She came, and begged to stay; 
She kisesd my faded, wrinkled cheek — 

She soothed my pain away; 
She brought me sweet bouquets of flowers 

As fresh as her young heart — 
Through many long an' tedious hours 

She played a Christian's part; 
An' 'ere I long will stand aroun' 

The singin' saints among, 
I'll try to take some water down 

To cool poor Jennie's tongue. 

But tears can never quench my creed, 

Nor smooth God's righteous frown, 
Though all the preachers learn to read 

Their Bibles upside down, 
I'll hold mine right side up with care 

To shield my eyes from sin. 
An' coax the Lord, with daily prayer. 

To call poor wanders in; 
But if the sinners won't draw nigh, 

An' take salvation's plan, 

(84) 



I'll have to stand an' see 'em try 
To dodge hell if they can. 

—Will Carlton, 

(Written after reading the above.) 
AFTER THE CHANGE. 

I searched my Bible through an' through 

And read most every word, 
I did not find, I could not see 

Where God had ever erred. 
So now I think that he is just, 

That he will do his best; 
That every soul that he creates 

Will be for aye at rest ; 
And now, that I my soul have changed, 

I'll fear no more man's hell. 
But talk of Love, pure love. 

Its cleansing power I'll tell. 

And now I think if God did make 

Such boys as Jack, poor Jack, 
With souls so good. He'll do his best 

And some day take it back ; 
I cannot think that Captain Barnes, 

And all the good he did. 
Must be forever burning up 

In fiery coals or on the lid. 
Poor Jennie, too, — I can't forget, 

A messenger of love. 
And surely God, who knows her best, 

Will take her soul above. 



(85) 



And when I leave this mortal frame 

And soar to realms of bliss, 
I hope to meet with some dear souls 

Whose loving hands I miss. 
I will not ask what was their creed 

But take them to my heart ; 
I feel, I know, that each will do 

And act the better part. 
Some pass beyond from hall, some church, 

But oh the soul will tell; 
God made us all, God made us good, 

"He doeth all things well." 

I'm now at rest, no more I strive 

To shun that burning hell; 
I spend my time in rising higher 

And oh, I'm doing well ; 
Now God, I know, no Jove to fear, 

But truth, and love and good; 
I see my brother here in man, 

Our Father is my God. 
I cannot tell how free I am 

In love. No hellish fire, 
No Satan stands to drag me in, 

No great Jehovah's ire. 

Thanks, thanks to thee, Divinest One, 

I'll set the captive free, 
I'll teach of Love from man to man. 

And all that love from Thee. 
I'll tell that truth, and truth alone. 

Can set God's children free. 
I'll tell of love, pure love alone 

(86) 



Throughout eternity. 
No God of mine made creeds or rules, 

To judge the creature man ; 
The soul looks up and ever strives 

To do the best it can. 

For shame, for ages man has fought 

To steer his soul from hell ; 
But now he knows that hell's within. 

The place where heaven doth dwell, 
That if within pure love is found. 

No hell can enter there; 
That right is might, that God's within. 

And loves as free as air. 
If man to man will truer be. 

Than e'er before since birth ; 
Old hell will freeze, and man will rise 

And be in Heaven on earth. 



ADDRESS BY SCIENTIFIC CLASS 1862. 
S. I. N. & S. I. 

To Friends. 

Tonight we part to meet no more 
On this side of the Golden Shore; 
Our souls are sad, O ask not why! 
And teardrops on our lashes lie. 
We think of times that now are past 
And o'er our souls a shadow's cast; 
The future comes and asks of me, 
"O where will each one ever be?" 
Oh ! do not ask us if we're glad 

(87) 



When every soul is very sad 
Our teachers stand beside us here 
And to our souls they'll e're be dear. 
They've toiled and worked both day and 
night ; 

We know their worth; and think it right 
To give to each a parting word; 
They ne'er before our thoughts have heard. 

To Prof. Conrad. 

You have taught your classes well; 

Your soul was in each thought you'd tell; 

You've labored hard; our thanks accept; 

But we have much our souls regret; 

To think that we have often shunned 

What thou hast told us should be done. 

And yet you nobly toiled, that One, 

To say the least, might say "Well done." 

To Prof. Strite. 

Professor Strite, we say to you 
Thou hast done thy duty, too, 
Which seemed a pleasure unto thee, 
For which we'll try to thankful be. 
Thy cheerful spirit oft has made 
Our souls grew sad; we'd disobeyed; 
And yet thy actions, well controlled, 
Showed forth the spirit of thy soul. 

To Prof. Longwell. 

And now to you we come at last; 
We'll ne'e forget the time we've past 
In listening to the lessons taught 

(88) 



By you, whose mind is ever fraught 
With thoughts that give us life and heart 
To choose on earth that better part. 
And may thy work that's now begun 
Go on, 'till God shall call thee home. 

ANGEL'S DISCIPLINE. 

O, thou holy Heaven above us ! 
O, ye angel hosts who love us! 
Ye alone know how to prove us 

By the discipline of life — 
That we faint not in endeavor, 
But with cheerful courage ever 

Rise victorious in the strife. 

O, my sister ! O, My brother ! 
I was once a mortal mother; 
One sweet blossom and no other 

Bloomed upon the household tree, 
Very fragile, very tender, 
Very beautiful and slender — 

He was dear as life to me. 

All the spring time's fresh unfolding, 
All of Art's requisite moulding. 
All that thrills one in beholding, 

Centered in that fair young face; 
While an angel tempered gladness, 
Almost blending into saddness, 

Filled him with a nameless grace. 

And I loved him without measure; 
O, a ceaseless fount of pleasure 
Found I in that little treasure ! 

(89) 



And my soul grew good and great. 
As I thanked the God of heaven 
That this precious one was given 

Thus to cheer my low estate. 

But with all my prayers ascending, 
I could hear a low voice blending, 
Like some benison descending, 

Saying, "Place thy hopes above; 
For the test of all affection 
Is the full and free rejection 

Of all selfishness in love." 

Spring time came with genial showers. 
Bursting buds and opening flowers, 
Singing birds and sunny hours, 

Filling heaven and earth with light. 
But the summer — fair deceiver! — 
Came with pestilence and fever. 

Came my little bud to blight. 

O'er my threshold silent stealing. 
Chilling every sense and feling. 
All the fount of grief unsealing. 

Came the great white angel, Death; 
And my flower upon my bosom 
Withered like an early blossom 

Stricken by the North wind's breath. 

And I saw him weakly lying. 
Heard his parched lips sighing. 
Knew that he was dying — dying! 

And my love was vain to save ! 
All my wild impassioned pleading, 
All my fervent interceeding. 

Could not triumph o'er the grave. 

(90) 



Then I felt a sad foreboding, 
All my soul to anguish goading; 
All my inward peace corroding; 

And my rebel soul begun, 
Crying wildly that I would not 
Yield my precious one — I could not 

Say, "Thy will, not mine, be done.'* 

Vainly did I crave permission 
That my anxious tearful vision 
Might behold the land Elysian — 

Forth into the unknown dark. 
On that broad, mysterious river, 
Did the hand of God, the giver, 

Launch that little fragile bark. 

Then my brain grew wild to madness, 
Changing to a sullen sadness, 
Tempered by no ray of gladness ; 

And I cursed the God above. 
That, with Heaven all full of angels, 
Sending forth their glad evangels. 

He should take my little dove. 

Then my eyelids knew no sleeping; 
Once my midnight watch while keeping,- 
I had wept beyond all weeping — 

Suddenly there seemed to fall 
From my spiritual being. 
From my inward sense of seeing. 

Scales as from the eyes of Paul. 

Heavenly gales were round me playing. 
Angel hands my soul were staying, 
And I heard a clear voice saying, 

(91) 



"Come up hither — come and see — 
O, thou sorrow stricken mother! 
Unto thee, as to none other, 

Heaven unfolds her mystery." 

God's own spirit seemed to move me, 
All the Heaven grew bright above me, 
All the angels seemed to love me — 

Waved their white hands as they smiled; 
And one, fair as summer moonlight, 
Crowned with starry gems of midnight. 

Brought to me my angel child. 

Like a flower in sunshine blowing, 
Cheeks and lips and eyes were glowing, 
I could see that he was growing 

Fairer than the things of earth. 
"Thou mayest take him," said the spirit, 
"Back to earth, there to inherit 

All the woes of mortal birth." 

I had heed of no advising; 
In divinest strength arising, — 
All my selfishness despising — 

"Nay," I cried, "Now first I know 
What it is to be a mother. 
To give being to another 

Living soul for joy or woe. 

"Keep him in these heavenly places, 
Fold him in your pure embraces, 
Teach him the divinest graces, 

I return to earth again; 
Not to sit and weep supinely 
But to live and love divinely." 

And the angels said "Amen!" 

(92) 



O, thou holy Heaven above us! - 
O, ye angel hosts that love us! 
Ye alone know how to prove us, 

By the discipline of life — 
That we faint not in endeavor, 
But with cheerful courage ever 

Rise victorious in the strife. 

A NECESSARY REMEDY. 

When we are weak and sore in mind; 
With racking pain, we surely find ; 
When headache with its fiery dart 
Pierces anew each throbbing part; 
When chills come creeping o'er 
And thus benumb each active pore; 
When fever burns our tortured brow, 
Oh, what will cure the sufferer now? 
We vainly ask! 

Then quickly for the "doctor" haste. 
Who gives us powders, pills and paste 
With strange effect — no time to waste — 
We swallow down the horrid taste. 
No doubt he does the best he can 
Thus to relieve his fellow man; 
But useless — strange it is to say — , 
Our efforts all — for day by day 
The patient fails. 

But I've a medicine for all, 
A secret 'tis, a word so small 
You'd scarce believe it, if you heard 
The magic power its use has stirred; 

(93) 



'Twill cure all ills — of every kind, 
Of body, spirit, soul or mind ; 
And costs us nothing if we will 
With wise judicious skill instill 
Its potent power. 

It is not always to be found 
Ready for use, yet will abound 
Somewhere upon congenial soil ; 
And none have gathered of its spoil, 
But there exists enough for all 
Whether in cottage, hut or hall; 
If used by gentle, careful hand 
Earth would become a fairer land; 
The cure is Love. 

Moral. 

Many now sleeping in the grave 
Had lived, if we had tried to save 
By love alone. 

BEAUTIFUL WATER. 

Shall we drink the cup of sorrow? 
Shall we gather pain or woe ; 
Blast the pleasures of the morrow; 
Scatter grief where e*er we go? 

Cho. 

No ; we'll drink the crystal water. 
The beautiful, the beautiful water ; 
Freely drink the crystal water. 
That flows from the cooling spring. 

(94) 



Cho. 

Shall we falter when temptation 
Meets us ever in the strife, 
With its witching invitation, 
Leading from the founts of life? 

Cho. 
Though dear friends around thee gather 
To entice thy feet to stray, 
Still resists each fond endeavor. 
Singing in thy chosen way. 

COME, SPIRITS, COME. 
Set to music in "Songs for the Soul." 

When our burden's hard to carry, 

Come, spirits, come. 
Come the quicker, never tarry, 

Come, spirits, come. 
Cho. 

Come grasp our hands the tighter 

Come, spirits, come, 
Coming makes our burdens lighter 
Come, spirits, come. 

Cho. 

Angels call, 'tis self denying, 

Come, spirits, come. 
Half the battle lies in trying. 

Come, spirits, come. 

Cho. 

When our evil seems the strongest. 

Come, spirits, come. 
Come the quickest, stay the longest. 

Come, spirits, come. 

(95) 



Cho. 

When our soul and body sever, 

Come, spirits, come. 
Come, O come, and leave us never. 

Come, spirits, come. 
Cho. 

DEDICATION POEM. 
Tune--"America." 
God bless our Union band. 
Firm may she ever stand 

For freedom's cause. 
Soon may her power be known. 
From slave to might throne ; 
Power to save, by vote alone. 
From unjust laws. 

God grant the day may come 
When we can sing "sweet home" 

Without a tear; 
When laboring hand in hand 
We'll sing "God bless our land, 
Long may she ever stand 

And feel no fear." 

May we our rights obtain. 
Without of blood a stain 

To mar the heart; 
And in our noble fight. 
Pray God to lend us light. 
That we may do aright. 

In every part. 

And God, who is above, 
Whom we adore and love, 

(96) 



Unto this end, 
This Hall give we today; 
Long may she ever stay 
As a shield from every prey 

To labor's friend. 

Written for the Dedication of Miners* 
Union Hall in Gem, Idaho, 1892. 

HARMONY. 

Words and music in "Songs for the Soul." 
The brightest sights I often see, 
Whene'er my soul in harmony 
Awakes the love from me to Thee 
And gives the joy of liberty. 

Cho. 

O, harmony, sweet harmony, 
Where angels give the best to me. 
O, harmony, blest harmony, 
And loved ones there I always see. 

Mid sunny dales and beauteous skies. 
The angels come, — man never dies; — 
The opening veil reveals the way; 
'Tis life, all life, and endless day. 

Cho. 

O angel dear ! how can it be. 

That He should give such life to me; 

That I might know of love from thee, 

In that sweet hour of harmony. 

Cho. 

(97) 



HEAVEN FOR ME. 

When I have passed the pearly gates 

And the far beyond I see, 
I know I'll meet my father there 

And that will be heaven for me. 

When I can hear my mother's voice 
As she spake on earth to me, 

Then will earth's joys depart, 
Then heaven will come to me. 

When angels lift the veil from off 

My failing eyes, I'll be 
So glad to meet my loved 

And that will be heaven for me. 

When angels lead me to my home, 
The good I've done will be 

Built up within a pearly spot. 
And that will be heaven for me. 

IN AN AUTOGRAPH. 

May you be prospered on your way. 
And many friends be thine. 

And hope and happiness and joy 
Upon my pathway shine. 

May plenty shine along thy way. 
And want and suffering flee. 

And all there is of earthly good, 
Dear friend, I ask for thee. 

May angels guard thy footsteps right. 
And life and health be thine. 

May spirits teach thy longing soul 
To know thyself Divine. 

(98) 



IN THESE HAPPY GOLDEN DAYS. 

Words and music in *'Songs o£ the Soul." 

When she feels and when she knows 

That the babe expectant grows, 

The mother laughs, the mother prays 

In these happy golden days. 

Cho. 

In these happy golden days, 
Happy days, golden days; 
I£ our soul is tuned with lays 
We shall sing happy days; 
If our life is full of praise 
All will be golden days. 
Food to eat, and care is given; 
Baby sleeps like one in heaven; 
The baby crows, the baby plays 
In these happy, golden days. 
Cho. 

Swinging, jumping, romping ever; 

Has it trouble now? no, never; 

The carefree child who knows but plays 

In these happy, golden days. 

Cho. 

Schooling's over, he has a thought: 

His soul is rising, lightly fraught; 

Sing with the birds their tuneful lays, 

In these happy, golden days. 

Cho. 

Spring time has gone, summer's in bloom 

Busy, busy; drives away gloom 

Working for children and wife, always, 

In these happy, golden days. 

(99) 



Cho. 

Children are grown, Ruth has gone home ; 

Surely I'm glad, the day has come 

When I can sing life's certain praise, 

In these happy, golden days. 

Cho. 

Home at last, blessed time has come; 

I've met them all in "happy home"; 

We will sing in glorious lays 

In these happy, golden days. 

Cho. 

I SHALL BE SATISFIED. 

While youth is on my childish head, 
While yet my soul has never sighed. 
While yet the future has no dread, 

I shall be satisfied. 
Now life has come in charming beauty, 
Now childish ways have also hied. 
Now God has made my life a duty, 

I shall be satisfied. 
When silver threads shall streak my hair, 
When those I love have long since died, 
When they are singing "Over There" 

I shall be satisfied. 
Then will come the glorious morn. 
Then my soul shall cross the tide, 
Then see the Truth, in love that's born, 

I shall be satisfied. 
When I can walk the golden street. 
When clasping hands with those who died, 
When I can kneel at loved ones feet, 

I shall be satisfied. 

(100) 



IN MEMORIAM. 
He is dead. They said it softly, 

As they saw him breathe his last; 
He is dead, each heart echoed. 

And time with him forever past. 
Oh, our friend we always found you 

Ready to lend a helping hand; 
Oh, our friend we believe you're 

Now at rest in a better land. 
Oh, our brother we have lost you ! 

And our loss we deeply feel ; 
Oh, our brother, heaven has gained you, 

God will earthly sorrows heal. 
"Grandpa," lisped the little darling. 

As she sat upon his knee; 
Grandpa doesn't God in heaven 

Love little ones like me? 
Grandpa answered, "Yes, my darling, 

God loves you and me." 
Grandpa she will see no more. 

Grandpa's now in glory. 
"Oh, my father, thou art gone. 

Dear one that I loved so long; 
Oh, my father, I am grieving, 

Can'st thou hear my mounrful song?" 
"Oh, my husband, hearest thou my prayer? 

Can'st thou know my sorrow here? 
Oh, my husband, earth hath no charms 

Since thou art gone above this sphere.^^ 
Friend, brother, father, husband ; 

All our griefs no tongue can tell, 
Angels say to our sad hearts: 

"Jesus doeth all things well." 

(101) 



GOD IS EVERYWHERE. 

Oh ! show me where is He, 

The high and holy one, 
To whom thou bend'st the knee. 

And prayest ''Thy will be done !*' 
I will hear thy song of praise, 
And lo ! no form is near ; 
Thine eyes I see thee raise. 

But where does God appear? 
Oh ! teach me where is God, 

And where his glorious shrine. 
That I may kneel and pray. 

And call thy father mine. 

"Gaze on that arch above; 

The glittering vault admire. 
Who taught those orbs to move? 

Who lit their ceaseless fire? 
Who guides the moon to run 

In silence through the skies? 
Who bids that dawning sun 

In strength and beauty rise? 
There view immensity ! 

Behold my God is there; 
The sun, the m.oon, the stars. 

His majesty declare. 

"See where the mountains rise; 

Where thundering torrents foam; 
Where vailed in towering skies. 

The eagle makes his home; 
Where savage nature dwells. 

My God is present too; 
Through all her wildest dells 

(102) 



His footsteps I pursue; 
He reared those giant cliffs, 

Supplies that dashing stream; 
Provides the daily food 

Which stills the wild birds' scream. 

"Look on that world of waves, 

Where finny nations glide; 
Within whose deep, dark caves 

The ocean monsters hide; 
His power is sovereign there. 

To raise, to quell the storm; 
The depths his bounty share, 

Where sport the scaly swarm; 
Tempest and calm obey 

The same almighty voice. 
Which rules the earth and skies, 

And bids fair worlds rejoice. 

"No human thought can soar 

Beyond his boundless might; 
He swells the thunders roar. 

He spreads the wings of night. 
Oh, praise his works divine ! 

Bow down thy soul in prayer; 
Nor ask for other sign 

That God is everywhere; 
The viewless spirit, He — 

Immortal, holy, blest — 
Oh! worship him in faith. 

And find eternal rest!" 

Hutton. 

The human thought within 
Can tell of God divine, 

(103) 



No taint of moral sin 

Doth harm this soul of mine, 
No creature yet doth give 

The greater power of God 
Except he knows he lives, 

And walks on holy sod. 
The human soul, pure soul, 

Divine, holy, blest — 
Doth wake to find the God 

Within his breast. 

Jennie Johnson. 

LET ME GO. 

This song has a beautiful history and will 
be in "Songs for the Soul" with music. 
Hark, I hear the angels call, 

Let me go, let me go;? 
Hear them now, calling, calling, 

Hear, oh hear! let me go. 

Cho. 

Let me go, the angels call me; 

Let me go, let me go; 
Let me go, the angels call me; 
Call me now, let me go. 
Do not hold me here so long ; 

Hear their call, let me go ; 
See their forms! their voice is strong; 

Hear, oh hear!, let me go. 
Cho. 

I cannot linger, I must go, 
Hear the call ! I will go. 
You must wait, but I must go; 

O hear and let me go. 
Cho. 

(104) 



MY BELIEF. 

If infidelity be true, 

Religion all a show; 
Will sinful man be any better 

When blood shall cease to flow? 
Does all these flowers, birds and trees. 

And rock, and hills and vales. 
Sing forth to every listening ear 

Nothing but fairy tales? 

ye, who curse at God and cry 
Away with him for aye; 

Can you give to us a better power 
When death shall name the day? 

And when I am called to die. 
To cross the surging billow; 

Give me the Words of Life, which make 
Death like a downy pillow. 

The talents given us by God, 

If rightly added to. 
Will make us happier on earth; 

Lessen our punishment due. 
Not any judge, in heaven or earth, 

Will stop eternal rest; 
Or, say to us "depart ye cursed" 

When we have done our best. 

NETTIE. 

Written when I was but 14 yrs. of age. 
My youngest sister died the day she was 

1 year old. 

She has gone to the better land 
Upon the throne, at God's right hand, 
(105) 



Where she'll be forever at rest 

And be with Christ among the blest. 

What a sweet little pet she was, 

But she is gone, no more to pause 

Till she wraps at the open door. 

And hears the words, "dear, roam no more." 

Our loss is great, but her*s is gain, 
To be released from sin and pain; 
She suffered long; but, oh, 'tis passed 
And she's among the blessed classed. 
What blessed words she must have heard, 
When on the steps the angels guard; 
She left us all, — 'tis hard to say, — 
But she has gone a better way. 

Her hair was black, and her eyes were blue; 

She loved us all ; and this we knew 

She was loved by one that's greater. 

Yes, one above; 'twas her Creator. 

We laid her in the lonely grave, 

(The only spot my soul does crave) ; 

Her body's there, her soul's risen 

To walk the golden streets of heaven. 

OUR CIRCLE. 

This faithful few, again review, 

Their circles, social greetings. 
May Angel friends, again descend 

To bless our joyous meetings. 
Here conflict's voice is never heard. 

Here Peace and Love are cherished. 
Kind Angels great; bless our retreat; 

Where charity is nourished. 

(106) 



Tho* Nations war, and parties jar, 

Their peace o£ mind destroying ; 
Far happier we, like friends agree. 

Sweet harmony enjoying. 
Here discord's voice is never heard. 

That nurse of wild distraction — 
Religious pride — we lay aside. 

And cultivate affection. 

Our circle here, with friends most dear, 

By Angels is protected; 
Far from the ken of curious men, 

Our temple is erected. 
Three pillars grand, beneath it stand ; 

Named, Wisdom, Truth and Love, 
And Angels bright our pathway light 

While here — to Heaven above. 

The stranger poor, whose heart is pure, 

Shall be by us befriended. 
To all our race, in every place, 

Our kindness is extended. 
Then pledge again ; may love remain 

"On Earth, as 'tis in Heaven" 
To you I pray each coming day 

Heav'n choicest gifts be given. 



J. H. 



OUR PICNIC. 



Once on a time, as the poets say, 

The 7th month and 12th day; 

The weather being nice and more 

In eighteen hundred 94, 

Some friends, who in the land do dwell 

In district number 12, 

(107) 



All looking well, for none are sick, 
Came to the school house for a picnic. 

Their names I need not now rehearse 
And thereby much prolong my verse; 
But of the doings of this day 
Proceed to tell without delay; 
Not doubting, but my friends will hear 
Nothing to stir their anger or fear ; 
We'll nothing say in malice down 
To merit or receive a frown. 

As now our guests are in the house 
All still and quiet like a mouse ; 
I know you all are very welcome 
Unto this our school house home. 
For all have come a day to spend 
And be together friend to friend; 
And what is kind, to say the least. 
All brought an offering for the feast. 

We've spoke some pieces, sung a song. 
And now, I say, it won't be long, 
For tables soon we all will spread 
With cake and cookies, pies and bread. 
And other things both good and nice 
We'll add unto them in a trice; 
And then around the tables we 
Will gather all the company. 

Then all will seek with happy mind 

Some mutual pleasure then to find; 

When this is through we'll speak some more 

And sing some songs say, 3 or 4; 

And thus throughout the livelong day 

(108) 



The happy hours will glide away; 
We'll all be happy thus to spend 
A social picnic with each friend. 

But earthly joys are not for aye, 
They come and go without delay 
And as the shades of night will come, 
"We'll seek in peace each quiet home." 
Leaving to memory's thoughtful care 
The face of these so young and fair. 
Who kindly once endured her rule 
As teacher of this district school. 

And now, kind friends, permit me here 
To tender thanks to you sincere; 
And when again you care to fool 
A pleasant picnic with this school. 
Remember that we'll be "at home'' 
Whenever you see fit to come ; 
We'll do our best in every way 
To help you pass a pleasant day. 

SMILES AND TEARS. 

In smiles and tears, through all the years, 

No love so true as thine; 
In joy and hope, in doubts and fears 

No soul so near to mine. 
No other voice so low and sweet. 

No form so dear can be. 
No friend I long so much to greet 

O friend so true to me. 

Cho. 

From snow to snow, still true to me, 
Through all the fleeting years, 

(109) 



O loving soul ! I cling to thee 
Sweet frined in smiles and tears. 

When other friends my name forget, 

And others prove untrue, 
My love for thee I'll ne'er forget ; 

My soul is still with you. 
You call me friend though well I know 

That I am more to thee ; 
And dearer than all else below. 

Sweet friend, thou art to me. 
Cho. 

The roses bloom, the roses die. 

But thou art still the same 
Though friends be false and pass me by 

Thy constant love I claim. 
Thy smiles are sunshine to my soul; 

Thou art mine own bright star, 
Thy tears bring grief from pole to pole 

My love cannot be far. 
Cho. 

WHY DESPAIR? 

Why should we be despondent 

When much to us is given; 
When holy angels in their love 

Would teach our souls true heaven. 
If we but listen to their voice 

And heed their chidings low. 
No more for us shall shadows creep ; 

No more the tear drops flow. 

For -all the grief the soul hath known 
And all it now doth know, 

(110) 



A recompense for all, on us, 

A Father will bestow. 
And in the great hereafter, 

When all o£ earth is o'er. 
The joys that we have lost on earth 

Shall bloom on heaven's shore. 

SPRING. 
By Byron Beach, age 9 years. 

The flowers were blooming brightly 
And the birds were singing gay. 

As I wandered on the hillside. 
And through the fluffy hay. 

I stopped as I went on farther 

To hear the robbings song; 
And the cricket, too, seemed happy, 

For he sang the whole day long. 

The butterfly's coat was pretty, 
As he sailed among the flowers. 

With his wings outspread like angels. 
While he floated among the bowers. 

I stood there quite enchanted 

As I gazed upon the scene. 
And I thought how God had made them 

To cheer and comfort men. 

SET ADRIFT IN MID-OCEAN. 

The ship set sail. All hearts within were sad. 
The mighty ocean with its foaming waves 
Seemed lifted to the sky. One look behind 

(111) 



Our kindred friends, with waving hands, 

we see. 
Still on she goes from dear ones left behind. 
We look again; their forms are out of sight. 
Oh heart, that stops within my bosom now 
Why quietest thou? Beat on, beat quick, 
ere life 

Has flown. Ah feelings too profound to tell. 
But now far out upon the distant sea. 
Our ship's tall mast seems towering toward 

the sky. 
With pinions spread to catch the sweeping 

breeze 
She mounts the rolling waves, descends 

again ; 
Then gliding higher, on she goes, as if 
To brave the coming waves was her intent. 

Thus passed the day without a single change ; 
The evening came, calm, quiet, still, repose 
Seemed gathering o'er the foam topped waves. 
The captain watched the setting sun, while 

we. 
With longing, wondering, anxious mind, 

watched him. 
He paced the deck with quickening step, 

and marked 
The gathering clouds, as one by one, they 

seemed 
To darken. His face grew strangely white; 
He heard amid the distant roaring waves, 
The Stormy Petrel chirp his only note. 
As night came on the winds grew strangely 

wild; 

(112) 



The waves mount up as i£ to catch the mast; 
The ship heaves to and fro with motions 

quick, 
And leaps the raging waves like lightning 

flash. 
But hark! Amid the roar there seems to 

break 
A sound as if the heavens were rent in twain. 
But, ah! The lightning strikes our gallant 

ship. 
One moment more and all on board will be 
Hurled down beneath the mountains of the 
sea. 

With hands uplifted to our God we pray 
That he may come with power unknown 

and save 
If 'twere his will. The boat! the captain 

cries. 
But ah, we find weVe left it far behind. 
No hope? Out on the mighty deep alone 
We're left. A hope, our faith in God we"ll 

try, 
He'll help in time of need, our strength, our 

shield. 



Out on the mighty deep alone, I know 
I feel the presence of my God. My heart 
With rapture thrills to think I've e'en a board 
To bear me o'er the raging waves. Alone ! 
Alone with God ! Scarce naught can make us 

feel; 
But here the meaning comes with power 

untold. 



(113) 



Alone with God upon the angry sea. 

My thoughts run back to deeds I've done 

in time. 
(But time with me will soon be o'er) Why 

this? 
Why think I now of time that's past? 'Tis 

so; 
My mind goes back to deeds I've long since 

done. 
Oh God that I could live my life once more. 
What might I do? What might I leave 

undone? 
What changes would I make? Oh God at 

best 
What mortals do we make? Scarce can I 

breathe ; 
Scarce ope my lips ; Oh God I pray for light. 



I see the morning clouds descend, and lo ! 
Far off, I catch a glimpse of something 

white. 
Be calm, oh heart, be calm, throb not, 'tis 

o'er 
There's help within thy reach, thank God 

we're saved. 
The vessel nears my floating plank, and soon 
Once more I'll be within a safe bound ship. 
I'm saved, the vessel's here; O it is true, 
And can it be that I am here? 'Tis true. 
I feel, I see, I think, 'tis true I know. 
O God, my heart is weak; thy strength is 

great; 



(114) 



Thy will be done. Perhaps 'twas wise to 

save. 
I'll have it so, and praise thy name ever more. 
God grant, where e'er I go, what e'er I be 
I'll never again be adrift in sea. 



THERE IS NO DEATH. 

Written on the passing of Arthur Huber, 
of Bremerton, Wash. 

There is no death. The body dies. 

But that was only mine ; 
The soul that dwelt therein 

Is me. That is divine. 

There is no death. An angel cuts 

The silken thread that ties 
The broken cords of life and frees 

The soul that never dies. 

There is no death. The spirit leaves 

The tenement of clay, 
And rises to the heights above. 

To live in endless day. 

There is no death. The soul doth drop 

The terrestrial home, 
And lives right on with greater joy 

In the celestial form. 

There is no death. The soul departs 

From this unpleasant earth, 
And soars beyond the slighest pain, 

And lives in spiritual birth. 

(115) 



There is no death. The house decays; 

The old will find repose; 
The young live on, and well I know 

Will blossom as the rose. 

There is no death. I cannot see 

But that the passings best; 
The liberated soul lives on 

Without an aching breast. 

TAKE ME THERE. 

I am weary ; oh, so weary, 
And this life is dark and dreary 
Morn is beaming nearer; 

Take me there; O take me there. 

Take me from this day of sadness. 
Let me quaff the cup of gladness 
Ere my soul is stung to madness; 
Take me there ; O take me there. 

Sorrows gather without number, 
When I wake and when I slumber; 
Restless ever, ever moaning, 

Take me there ; O take me there. 

I am weary; oh, so weary, 
Clouds about my pathway dreary 
And my spirit shrinks in terror; 

Take me there; O take me there. 

I am weary ; oh, so weary ; 
And the road seems long and dreary; 
O'er thorns my footsteps press; 

Take me there ; O, take me there. 

(116) 



I am going; yes, I'm going, 
For I hear the river flowing 
And the boatsman in the gloaming 
Now I see; O, take me there. 

Boatman, boatman, do not tarry! 
But across the billows bear me, 

Now we"ll swiftly glide from shore, 
Trusty boatman, bear me o'er. 

O how pleasing is the journey; 
Earth with all its cares behind me, 
Heaven with all its joys to come; 
Oh my soul, we're almost there. 

On the margin of the river 
Angel friends around me gather, 
Clasped to souls so true and tender 
I am there, yes, yes, I'm there. 

Farewell earth — farewell forever. 
We have crossed the living river 
And our souls shall tell the story 

From the emerald shores of love. 

Now my spirit; bask in gladness. 
Naught can ever cause thee sadness. 
Naught can ever harm thee more 

On this peaceful, changeless shore. 

No not weary, no not weary, 
I am here beyond the dreary. 
Here to live, yes, live forever; 
I am here, yes, yes, I'm here. 

(117) 



You are weary, yes, you're weary ; 
Of that life so bleak and dreary ; 
Dearest loved ones, "over there" 

Come up here, oh come up here. 

'TIS THEE I LOVE. 

I fain a winning tale would tell thee. 
And know myself scarce what it is; 

And if the question thou shouldst ask me, 
My answer would be only this: 

Ref. 

'Tis thee I love with all my soul, 

'Tis thee alone, yes, thee; 
I love but thee with all my soul, 

But thee alone, yes, thee. 

I fain would sing in plaintive measure, 
A lay that to thy soul should go ; 

But when I seek the tuneful treasure, 
A voice within me answers so : 

Ref. 

I fain would write a loving letter 

That might to me thy soul incline, 
But here again I fare no better. 

For all my thoughts in this combine: 
Ref. 

TO THE UNKNOWN DEAD. 

(Written on the death of Tommy Hanley,, 
of Wallace, Idaho.) 

Called now to meet thy God, 

(118) 



We feel his chastening rod; 
Thou hast found a better goal — 
Peace to thy resting soul. 
Thou unknown dead. 

Young and ready for life, 
Saved from battling with its strife; 
Good and gentle from thy birth, 
God took thee from this earth 
To keep thee pure. 

Roses bloom and fall at last, 
Buds may wither from the blast; 
But thou art safe at rest 
Leaning on the Savior's breast, 
Thou youthful dead. 

Now may our souls rejoice, 
Thou hearest thy Master's voice, 
Free from all the bonds of sin. 
Singing "Gathered Within" 
Thou ransomed soul. 

Thy body suffered death 
Before the parting breath ; 
But, oh, how much is left 
To cheer our hearts bereft; 

Thou'rt free from pain. 

We do not call the lost. 
Thou did'st know the cost; 
Thy loving face is gone. 
We say "Thy will be done." 
And thus rejoice. 

(119) 



We knew thee not on earth, 
But thou of gentle birth 
Can only leave thy trace 
On each sorrowing face 
That's left behind. 

Weeping father, mourning mother, 
Loving sister, darling brother. 
Each his grief can never tell — 
"Thou doest all things well." 
We'll meet thee there. 



THE LIFTING OF THE VEIL. 
Author Unknown. 

Betwen the here and the hereafter, 

Heaven's repose and earthly strife. 
Hangs a mystic veil, dividing 

Soul from soul and life from life; 
Soft as dew falls on the water. 

Or as mist on mount and dale; 
Noiseless as a bud unfolding. 

Is the lifting of the veil. 

When we pine with restless longing 

Some long cherished form to view. 
Seems this veil a luminous ether; 

Saintly faces shining through, 
And we sometimes catch the whisper 

Soft as sigh of Summer gale. 
Sometimes see a beckoning finger 

At the lifting of the veil. 

(120) 



Yet when all our soul is weary 

Of life's turmoils, pain and whirl, 
And we strive to rend the curtain 

Lo ! we beat 'gainst walls of pearl ; 
We have missed the crystal doorway 

Or the keys celestial fail. 
While we wait without, impatient 

For the lifting of the veil. 

When the face we love grows pallid. 

Clearer, purer, day by day — 
Till we see the Spirit's luster 

Shining through its vase of clay; 
When the jewel leaves the casket; 

How we mourn and weep and wail 
At the beckoning of the angel, 

At the lifting of the veil. 

To the Infinite Creator, 

His grand universe is one. 
For off corriders uniting, 

Sea, and sky, and earth, and sun. 
It is all our Father's mansion 

And the loved our hearts bewail, 
Have but reached an inner chamber 

At the lifting of the veil. 

Though we scarce can hear their footsteps, 

As they journey to and fro. 
In those hidden shining chambers 

Noiseless as the falling snow; 
Though we cannot see their vestments; 

Silvery white as moonbeams pale. 
We shall meet them fair as angels. 

At the lifting of the veil. 

(121) 



With his present work so mighty, 

And his splendors spread abroad, 
What must be the secret places 

Of the Palace of our God? 
Not with sorrow or with anguish. 

But with rapture should we hail 
Every beckoning o£ the angel ; 

Every lifting of the veil. 



"THE NURSE OF FULL-GROWN SOULS 
IN SOLITUDE." 

As I mused in my lonely room I thought 
Of the numerous joys and sorrows of life ; 
And I likened the joys to the sunshine, 
And sorrows to the darkness of night. 
We love to gaze on the beautiful sunshine. 
Emerging from the blackness of night; 
And I think of all the pleasures of life, 
That inspires the soul of man on earth, 
There's nothing that gladdens the aching soul 
Like the changing from drakness to light. 
We love to view the light from the heavens. 
We love to hear the singing of birds. 
And as we gaze on the beautiful morning 
Each soul is filled with the love of Life. 
If the sun should shine in the heavens alway 
And, to us, darkness should never come. 
The soul of man would be longing, yearning, 
And the sunshine lose its beauty and song, 
And man would gaze on lovely nature 

(122) 



Without a single thrill o£ inspiration. 
You may talk to me of an endless day, 
But man in his present mortality 
Can never know the brilliant sunshine 
'Till all is covered by darkest shadows. 



And so it is with our joy and sorrow; 
They must walk in the very self-same path, 
And thus clasp hands more tightly together 
One known by our knowledge of the other. 
If our lives should never be clouded, 
Nor sorrow ever come to our souls, 
The joys of life would soon be forgotten 
And life would be a long and endless song. 
The tune would be sung without measure 
And all would rejoice when 'twas done. 

If our lives were spent in social pleasure, 

The gay and joyous ever by our side. 

The zephyr waves of trees, the lovely song 

of birds, 
The knowledge of all earthly things. 
The knowledge of our inward souls. 
Above the rest, Life's wondrous gifts to us. 
We ne'er should know from loved ones gone, 
They only visit us in solitude. 
One hour alone, when they are near, 
Is worth a thousand that this world can give ; 
It brings new light, it teaches man to know 
That all the joys of life are not from man. 
Communion here from soul to Oversoul 
Inspires the thought and gives the greater 

powers 

(123) 



And makes of it a full-grown soul. 

We know from Life we gain that power 

That charms us thus and holds us for a spell, 

The soul within does grasp the thought, 

And konws the angels meet us there ; 

All know 'tis there and only feel it most 

When wrapped within the arms of solitude. 

Nothing great by man was ever done 

Save when he thought in solitary mood alone ; 

When Kepler learned the laws that now to 

us are plain, 
And Aristottle sought to know the things 
Which man before had never known ; 
And Linaeus studied night and day to know 
The planets, their forms, their flowers and 

how they grow, 
They did not seek the busy haunts of men, 
But studied them in some secluded spot 
Where inspiration filled the soul with power. 

When Martin Luther sought the world to 

move 
His soul within was not full-grown; But ere 
He fought the Pope with any outward cry 
The midnight light was burned in that lone 

room 
Where lay the "Word of Life" before his 

eyes. 
And often thus did he in silence pray 
That angels might fill his soul with love 
And teach him, in solitude, to know himself; 
And thus was he inspired to know the Truth, 
And power was given him that he might give 
This knowledge to never dying man. 

(124) 



Sweedenberg, the modern Christ, laid his soul 
At the open door of human life, 
Drew her fringed curtains so gently apart 
That there, through the open space, shone 

the light, 
Then he caught the rays nor once let loose 
Till all shadows of the dreary past were lost; 
And the sunshine of hope, of love, of life. 
Glittered in the bosom of all who would 

listen. 
Distance did not blind his Christ-like vision; 
He saw the fire three hundred miles away, 
He viewed the land beyond the open gate. 
He climbed the ladder to its very heights. 
He found the soul in beauty there arrayed. 
He fought for life, nor found he death; 
He learned thoughts and deeds and love 

and life 
Ne'er withered at the Death Angel's blast. 
But grew better, brighter, lovlier, fast, 
When mortal body turned again to clay. 
Shall we who linger here on friendly earth 
Ere turn our souls and call these visions 

false. 
Because we cannot rise unto the heights ; 
Ah, no, but claim them as our birthright 
That we have thrown away. And now at last 
These truths are giving to our longing souls 
Such sweet repose, such quiet rest, that we 
Sleep our slumbers with undisturbed dreams. 
And view the brilliant heights we long to 

climb, 
And trust the Laws that brought us here. 
Give praise to him that ope'd the bolted door, 

(125) 



That angels may come down and visit us, 
And we may cast aside the blinding veil 
And view the glories of our future home. 

When Fox went forth his mission to perform, 
He sought but some secluded spot to fill 
His soul with power to brave the coming 

fight. 
He left the busy haunts of angry men 
And came to this, our glorious land, 
And fed his soul upon his Life's desires. 
Angels, bless the soul of him who dared to 

rise 
And say, with force divine : "The God within 
Is all my weary, lonely soul doth claim; 
He speaks to each and not to 'Holy men'; 
My life here surely must be clean. 
That God may come and dwell within. 
No outward form, no creed, no laws of men. 
Should hold me down or check my soul. 
My God has no selected few to rule ; 
The people obey the Indwelling Christ 
And know no creed, nor dogmas, nor priest, 
*Thou shalt not kill' extends e'en unto war 
When foes abound. Love, brotherhood, 

justice. 
Claims them as their own, while e'en the 

woman 
Has the right Divine, to teach to preach." 
And thus another door was opened wide 
That life's great evolutional tide 
Might push its onward, upward way, 
And men be free to think, to write, to live, 
As higher aspirations filled their unfolded 

souls. 

(126) 



And Thomas Payne, the hero of all time, 
Laid down within our Constitution 
A clause, a section, the center o£ the whole, 
From which freedom sprang, as if to save 
Our mighty nation from a future fall. 
Yes, here he played the mighty part 
That holds our land far, far above, 
And grasps the souls of those who think 
And holds them in an arm of love. 
In solitude did Payne unfold his soul 
'Till love shone forth, like a brilliant sun, 
Shedding its rays, giving new life to all. 
And soaring above on pinions unfettered. 
He stands today as one who dearly loved 
His fellowmen and left them a statute 
Of freedom, that shall never be turned in 

this land 
Of brave and soulful men, not bound by 

chains. 
But free as the very air we breathe. 
Let not one soul decry our friend in need. 
Whose awakened soul left naught but good; 
Whose reason, unbound, gave to this world 
A full grown soul from solitude's embrace. 

Nor was this all who fought for freedom's 

cause 
The Corner Stone of that great power that 

freed 
Four million slaves, was ever known to be 
Gathering in solitude the power to move 
His land and make it break the fetters 
Of these slaves. Nor did he work in vain 
The name of Garrison will ever be 

(127) 



Known as a full-grown soul of ages past. 
And Lovejoy, his right hand man in all, 
Will e'er be known as one who sat in silence. 
He gave his power, his strength, his life, 

his all. 
That he might feel the presence of this power 
And know the reward of righteous men, 
Who did to others as they would have 
Others do to them. For this he died. 

Our martyred President whose life was slain 
For what he said and did, by thought 

brought forth 
The Emancipation Proclamation, 
And thus, by law, set free four million souls 
Whom man had held as slaves. Lincoln gave 
His life and fell by the assassin's hand 
For what earth's "Most Holy Men" denied. 
And paid a penalty to our great nation 
Of which we proudly boast today. 

And next to him, 
Free from all biased views of other men, 
Stands Beecher in far advance of time. 
And thus because he could not see as men. 
Who lived and died a hundred years ago. 
He's censured, burlesqued and condemned 
By those whose souls can never reach so far 
As to know that man can never rule 
His fellowman in church, as now in state 
he does. 

When Ingersoll, the man who taught 

His fellow man just how to think. 

To reason on the living Words of Life, 

(128) 



And gain a footing on his own behalf. 
Thus he lifted from our blinded eyes 
The scales that kept our vision closed, 
And raised the veil from man to man 
And preached the brotherhood of all. 
No God, to him, who damned his own, 
Or cursed the child that he had made, 
Because his inward soul could never see 
Justice, mercy, duty, kindness or love, 
In deeds the Great Jehovah had man do. 
He lives today in every loving soul 
Who dares to be awakened unto Truth; 
That's brave enough to answer for his wrongs ; 
Whose love is deep as the ocean bed; 
High as the dome of the vaulted sky; 
Sweet as the music of the Syrian Elf; 
Pure as water from the flowing fountain. 
Great as the God whose name is Love. 
He alone is great who causes man to rise 
And seek for Truth that will not falter. 
For love that is warmer than the rays of Sol, 
For manhood akin to all that is Divine, 
For brotherhood to those we see and know^ 
For a God supreme to Devil or a fool. 
For a life that has no godly fault. 
For a faith that deeds and them alone 
Can save the soul from all the evil ways; 
Who banishes fear and in its empty place 
Casts a love that glows, and shines, bearing 

fruit 
That's meat and drink and daily bread 
To him who lives for other men. 
He taught (and I in solitude 
Have wondered oft if love, enlightened, 

(129) 



Would not bear fruit for all to eat,) 
That love from man to man was grand, 
That hate would kill the very seed. 
And banish from our deadened souls 
The all of God, of Life, of Love. 
His soul so broad, not e'en the babe 
Whose skin was blackened by the law, 
Was left without his tender care. 
He sought to make the whole world one. 
One in thought, in deed, in love, so pure 
That freedom would ring the bell 
And justice. Liberty of press and voice. 
Proclaim to fettered man "Thou art 
A part of one stupendous whole." 
His soul in solitude was want 
To linger near the haunts of man; 
For here he found the all of earth, 
The all that soul can ever know 
Of heights above, of depths below. 
Of thoughts within, of deeds without. 
For here he found the God that's Life, 
And here he found the fount of Love, 
And drank until his soul was filled. 
And rose above the narrow few, 
Who only saw some far off God, 
That came unto his chosen ones. 
His soul was nursed until full grown. 
In silence was the bud full blown. 
In silence bore the richest fruit. 
To the hungry soul he gave this fruit 
To think, to act, to live, to love. 
He lives today in many lives 
In solitude the soul ne'er dies. 

(130) 



When Christ was here on earth he often 

sought 
Some mountain top to commune in silence, 
And so we're taught, by His own example, 
To seek a solitary place to fill our souls 
With power from Life, ere we should try 
To teach that which by law was given. 
That we might be fore'er inspired, 
And have our souls on earth awakened. 
His life was taken on the cursed cross 
Because his soul was opened voiced against 
The sins of those who held the law in hand. 
He died for what he thought, and rose again 
To teach to wicked men a nev/ born thought, 
That full-grown souls can ne'er be changed 
By unrighteous men on earth. 

And so with all. 
That have within themselves a cherished 

thought 
Far beyond the ideas of most men, 
They meet their death by some ungodly hand 
And join with those whose souls have fled 

from earth. 
No writer yet has ever had within himself 
The will, the power, to write his thoughts 

and thus 
Enlighten nations yet unknown, unborn. 
Else he had nursed his soul in some secluded 

spot 
And made it thus his own in deed and 

thought. 
No earthly good by man was ever done, 
No earthly knowledge ever yet was known, 

(131) 



Except, that he who did these mighty deeds, 
And gained this knowledge with searching 

soul, 
Had within his bosom nursed a full-grown 

soul. 
If the given soul could never be alone. 
In deep mid silence open-doored to love, 
No greatness ever had been dreamed or done ; 
Among dull souls a prophet never grew; 
The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude. 

THE LIGHT. 

The babe is bom, the light is turning, 

I can hear its baby voice; 
The mother now — all help spurning — 

Clasp her babe, and will rejoice ; 
The Light will burn. 

The child will play while health is glowing; 

The brain keeps pace with outward form ; 
The body, soul and spirit growing; 

The mother shields it from all harm; 
The Light burns on. 

The youth still plies his soul for learning; 

Brings the boy to manhood's plain; 
All must work, this knowledge earning. 

By soul, and hand and brain; 
The Light still burns. 

The man, to daily tasks now turning. 

Raises man to higher plain; 
He fills his soul, to cease its yearning 

And seeks a home for better gains. 
The Light burns bright. 

(132) 



The height is reached, the hill descending 
Glides more quickly, year by year; 

Age comes on, his form is bending; 
For time, he sheds no falling tear ; 
The Light grows dim. 

The eighties call him, now he's passing 
Slowly down the River of Time ; 

To him there is no trifling guessing, 
For he hears the angel's chime; 
The Light's near out. 

Oh, the Light is again now turning. 
The sparkling eyes are now dim; 

His heavenly mansion discerning ; 
The angel has taken him. 
The Light is out. 

WHEN I SHALL FALL ASLEEP. 

Dedicated to Geraldine Bernard, Bremer- 
ton, Wash. 

When I shall fall asleep 
I'll waken with that greater life, 
I'll be free from care and strife, 
I'll join with loved ones in the song 
And happy be with care freed throng ; 

Then I shall awakened be. 

When I shall fall asleep 
I shall hear the loved ones call, 
I'll hear their tiny foot fall, 
I will hear their voices ring. 
It will angel music bring ; 

Then I shall awakened be. 

(133) 



When I shall fall asleep 
I'll see the face of those I love 
Shining with the blest above; 
Then my eyes will brightened be. 
Then my soul will know I see ; 

Then I shall awakened be. 

When I shall fall asleep 
I'll touch the beckoning hand 
That's waving from the Golden strand ; 
I'll feel the love that's sent to me 
And answer with a soulful glee ; 

Then I shall awakened be. 

When I shall fall asleep 
I'll know the dear ones gone before, 
I'll know them (many a score 
Have crossed the bay with boatman pale.) 
They'll bid me welcome with a hail; 

Then I shall awakened be. 

When I shall fall asleep 
I will love them as of yore, 
Oh! the love for them in store; 
It will deaden all my pain 
When I clasp them once again; 

Then I shall awakened be. 

WHAT IS GOD? 

In Aug. 1908 I found the 12th, 13th, 17th 
and 21st verses of this poem in a paper. The 
author was given as Dr. George W. Carey 
and the piece was entitled "The New Name.'* 

(134) 



Just above this, in the same column, was the 
3rd, 14th, 15th and 16th verses given here. 
It stated at the end o£ the poem that it was 
translated from the Russian. In March of 
this year I find the same four verses, viz: 
3rd, 14th, 15th and 16th, in "Railroad Man's 
Magazine" and authorship attributed to W. 
H. Carruth of University of Kansas. Who- 
ever wrote them, it matters not, they are 
beautiful. While reading them inspiration 
was given me and I wrote the balance of this 
poem, 29 verses, and arranged them in groups 
of four, except last verse, which includes all 
the previous ones. 

N. B. — 1st Group — Spring, Summer, Au- 
tumn, Winter. 2nd Group — Air, Light, 
Wind, Sun. 3rd Group — Forests, Mountains, 
Plains, Ocean. 4th Group — Superstition, 
Longing, Consecration, Evolution. 5th 
Group — Karma, Duty, Truth, Nature. 6th 
Group — Brotherhood, Love, Spirit, Human. 
7th Group — Soul, Brain, Mind, Life, God 
Eeverywhere. 

A child looking up to the sky 

Hearkens to the beautiful song, 
Men view the earth in its glory 

As life in its action doth throng, 
And the eye of the great Creator 

Looks down with a smile and nod; 
Some of us call it Spring, 

And others call it God. 

(135) 



All earth is ripe with fruitage, 

Man's soul with joy abounds, 
The birds in the flowers and trees 

Doth warble a melody of sounds. 
The earth's brought forth her riches 

Wherever man has trod ; 
Some of us call it Summer, 

And others call it God. 

"A haze on the far horizon; 

The infinite tender sky; 
The rich, ripe tint of cornfields, 

And the wild goose flying high. 
And all other upland and lowland. 

The charm of the Golden-Rod; 
Some of us call it Autumn, 

And others call it God." 

All earth is hushed and quiet. 

The plants seem not to live. 
And the garnered fruits and riches 

Bring thoughts "'tis best to give." 
And the plants, like our pure spirits. 

Will be brought from under the sod 
Some of us call itW inter. 

And others call it God. 

Expanding our lungs, giving 

Good health and life to all. 
Making this earth an Eden 

Where mortals do not fall; 
Holding pure life in its hands. 

Wherever mortals trod; 
Some of us call it Air, 

And others call it God. 

(136) 



opening the buds and flowers, 

Bringing all things to view, 
Caring for birds and mortals, 
Showing all things true; 
Without which no blade of grass 

Can cover this earthly sod; 
Some of us call it Light, 

And others call it God. 

Mighty the power within, 

Turning the wheels for man, 
Giving the air a stirring. 

Helping the great, great plan. 
Carrying the dew drops hither. 

Drying the moistened sod ; 
Some of us call it Wind, 

And others call it God. 

Shedding its light around us. 

Making all things anew. 
Sending its heat among us. 

Giving new life to me, to you. 
Making the flowers, the trees, the fruits 

Come forth from fertile sod; 
Some of us call it Sun, 

And others call it God. 

Giving us shades and shelter. 

Making us temples and homes. 
Bringing thoughts that are higher, 

Better than builded domes; 
Trees, and shrubs and flowers, all, 

Inspire our hearts to nod; 
Some of us call it Forests, 

And others call it God. 

(137) 



Rearing their heads above us 

Far as the eye can see, 
Turning the winds and waters, 

Making them pure and free, 
Holding her treasurers upward. 

No earthly foot can trod ; 
Some of us call it Mountains, 

And others call it God. 

Covered with flowers and wheat 

And grain and food for man. 
Catching the showers that fall, 

Following nature's plan. 
Holding the power of giving 

From out the mighty sod; 
Some of us call it Plains, 

And others call it God. 

"Glimmering waters and breakers. 

Far on the horizon's rim. 
White sails and sea gulls glinting 

Away 'till the sun grows dim. 
And shell's spirits — painted with glory. 

Where sea weeds beckon and nod; 
Some of us call it Ocean, 

And others call it God." 

"Cathedrals and domes uplifting. 

And spires pointing up to the sun, 
Images, altars, and arches. 

Where kneeling and penance are done; 
From organs grand anthems are swelling. 

Where the poor and the needy still plod; 
Some call it Superstition, 

And others call it God." 

(138) 



"Like the tides on the crescent sea beach 

When the moon is new and thin, 
Into our souls high yearnings 

Come sweeling and surging in; 
Come from the mystic ocean 

Whose rims no foot hath trod; 
Some of us call it Longing, 

And others call it God." 

"A picket frozen on duty, 

A mother starved for her brood, 
Socrates drinking hemlock, 

And Jesus on the rood; 
And millions more humble and nameless,. 

The straightened pathway trod; 
Some call it Consecration, 

And others call it God." 

"A fire mist and a planet, 

A crystal and a cell, , 

A jelly fish and a surian, 

And caves where the cavemen dwell; 
Then a sense of law and beauty 

A face that is turned from the clod; 
Some of us call it Evolution, 

And others call it God." 

"A soul struggling up to the sunshine, 

Up from the mire and clay. 
Fighting through wars and jungles, 

And sometimes learning to pray. 
And sometimes a king with a scepter. 

And sometimes a slave with a hod ; 
Some of us call it Karma, 

And others call it God." 

(139) 



Easing the pain of a mortal, 

Soothing the sorrow of man, 
Helping a fallen brother, 

Doing the best you can. 
Oh, it is heaven around us 

As we pass o'er the earthly sod ; 
Some of us call it Duty, 

And others call it God. 

Culling from rocks and mountains. 

Digging in earth and sand. 
Testing in tubes and mortars. 

Gleaning from sea and land, 
Searching for wisdom and science 

Wherever man can trod; 
Some of us call it Truth, 

And others call it God. 

Binding all things together. 

Keeping the law in mind. 
Changing not for creed or church. 

But loving, true and kind. 
Steadfast as a father's care. 

Watching this earthly sod; 
Some of us call it Nature, 

And others call it God. 

"The earth redeemed and made holy. 

Lighted by the heavens within. 
Men and angels brought face to face 

With never a thought of sin. 
Lion and lamb together lie, 

In the flowers that sweeten the sod 
Some of us call it Brotherhood, 

And others call it God." 

(140) 



Raising the soul of every one 

Up to the perfect and true, 
Bringing smiles of sunshine 

Unto me and unto you; 
Making the road of life 

A heaven to those who trod; 
Some of us call it Love, 

And others call it God. 

Around us, above us, within us, 

There^s ever a calling for "higher"; 
There's knowledge of greater power; 

There's naught of dust or mire. 
The angels are ever guiding 

Our happy souls as we trod; 
All of us call it Spirit, 

All of us call it God. 

A body of flesh and blood, 

A frame of harden bones, 
A large and active muscle, 

A heart not made of stones, 
A soul, a spirit, rising. 

Above this earthly sod; 
All of us call it Human, 

And I, I call it God. 

Searching, knowing, giving, loving. 

As naught but it can love ; 
Garnering, blessing, teaching, living. 

Realizing all from above. 
Lighting, making man as a whole. 

With not a moment to plod; 
Some of us call it Soul, 

And others call it God. 

(141) 



Filled with the soul's great gleanings, 

Gathered from every place, 
Crowded and jambed and pounded 

Into the smallest space; 
From stars, and birds, and human souls. 

And even from out the sod; 
Some of us call it Brain, 

And others call it God. 

Abundance of knowledge holding. 

Keeping it ready for use. 
Literature, science, art and love. 

With not an atom to lose ; 
The result of the soul's gleanings ; 

With never an hour to nod ; 
Some of us call it Mind, 

And others call it God. 

Pervading the whole Universe, 

In every nook, in every motion, 
The rock, the tree, the bird, the beast. 

The very center of soul's emotion 
All live and move, and act, and think. 

Where e're there is a clod; 
Some of us call it Life, 

And I, Icall it God. 

Spring, summer, air and mountains high 

With karma, duty, nature, truth. 
And spirit, love and shining sun. 

As known to man and growing youth 
Proclaims aloud, 'Tis nature's plan 

That God is seen above, beneath the sod 
Behold him in thy yearning soul 

For everywhere and everything is God. 

(142) 



INDEX 

To Lucretia Graves' Poems. 

A Lesson 48 

A Mother 's Love 44 

Angels - —.38 

Angels Are Near 41 

Angels Are Hovering Near 45 

Angel Voices 18 

Angel Wishes 53 

A Prayer 47 

A Promise 52 

A Eeverie „ 23 

Ask, Seek and Knock „ 53 

Aspirations _ 40 

A Surprise 43 

As We Sow So Shall We Eeap 35 

Beautiful Nature 23 

Beautiful Things _ 42 

Belief Versus Knowledge 26 

Bossie Cow 40 

Can and Will 32 

Cheerful Thoughts 30 

Chief Eed Feather - 47 

Childish Meditation 43 

Comforting Thoughts 31 

Does Death End All? 15 

Do Your Duty , 24 

Endurance 54 

God Is Love 42 

God = Life ..26 

Happiness 34 

Hope 34 

How Do You Know? 13 

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If I Should Die Tonight? 12 

I Know 22 

In Memory of Lola 26 

It Will Always Pay - 50 

I Will 32 

Keep a Smiling Face 37 

Keep on Trying 28 

Keep the Sunshine in Your Soul 52 

Kindness - 35 

Knowledge 27 

Let the Children Play 21 

Little by Little 36 

Little Drops 38 

Living 37 

Looking the Wrong Way 38 

Love 29 

Make Your Life a Shining Light 21 

My Sweetheart 29 

Our Dreams 17 

Our Ladder 25 

Patience 33 

Peace 48 

Peace and Harmony 49 

Perseverance „ 51 

Recollections 33 

Right Living 49 

Reward 45 

Scatter Seeds 54 

Seek the Good 56 

Sing and Be Happy 55 

Star of Hope 17 

Star Thoughts 56 

Steadfastness 36 

Tell the Glad Tidings ; 19 

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The Horse 39 

The Indian _ 46 

Think Right 57 

There'll Come a Time 14 

Trixie Try 39 

Truth 20 

Truthful Facts 51 

Try 59 

What I Can Do 58 

Why Am I a Spiritualist? 11 

Why Not? 57 



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INDEX 

Mrs. Jennie Johnson's Poems. 



Address by Scientific Class 87 

After the Change 85 

A Light Divine 63 

A Necessary Kemedy 93 

Angels' Discipline - 89 

A Warning 71 

A Welcome to Spring --64 

Beautiful Water 94 

Come, Spirits, Come 95 

Consolation 69 

Dedication Poem 96 

God Is Everywhere 102 

Harmony 97 

Heaven for Me 98 

I Live Not in Vain 72 

I Am Weary 73 

In an Autograph ., 98 

In Memoriam _ 101 

In These Happy Golden Days 99 

I Shall be Satisfied 100 

Let Me Go 104 

My Belief 105 

Nettie 105 

Nothing and Something 65 

O. K 76 

Our Circle 106 

Our Picnic 107 



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Set Adrift in Mid-Ocean - HI 

Since Love and Me Are One 67 

Smiles and Tears 109 

Spring Ill 

Take Me There —116 

'Tis Thee I Love 118 

The Angel Picture 77 

The Beyond 79 

The Lifting of the Veil 120 

The Light 132 

The New Church Doctrine 82 

The Nurse of FuU-Grown Souls Is Solitude 122 

There Is No Death 115 

To the Unknown Dead 118 

Voices From the Spirit Land 81 

What Is God? 134 

When I Shall Fall Asleep 133 

Why Despair? 110 



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THE LATEST BOOKS 

ON 



SPIRITUAL THOUGHT 



AND THE 



Higher Philosophy 

(By 31EV. JENNIE JOHNSON) 



Harrison D. Barrett said: 

"Perhaps no one is better prepared to write a series 
of books upon Spiritual subjects that the author of this 
series. She has a classical education as well as an 
unusual amount of teaching and experience in the 
Spiritual philosophy. 

"A reader of wide experience, a scholar throughout 
her life, a writer on various subjects, an orator in every 
sense of the vvord, a medium with divers phases, an 
inspirational lecturer to whom many things are con- 
stantly being revealed, and one whose soul unfold- 
ment has been, to those who knew her years ago, a 
wonder — yea, indeed, it is to them a phenomenon, 

'The milestones of her religious career mark out for 
her a ladder reaching, round by round, unio the heights. 
And, like sages of old, she will leave behind her, for 
generations to come to read, what the Divine Intelli- 
gence has revealed unto her." 



Bear in mind that a tenth of all profits from the sales 
of these Books goes to the N. S. A., so by buying you 
aid the furtherance of the gospel of Spiritualism. 



Copyrighted by the Author. 

JENNIE JOHNSON SEATTLE, WASH. 

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(1 to 5) Inspirational Ziectures $1.50 each 

Five Volumes. From ten to fifteen lectures in each 
volume; also many beautiful poems suited to tlie sub- 
jects. These lectures are adapted for reading- in 
societies that do not always have a speaker. 

(6) Reasons for the Faith There is In Us $2.00 
This consists of 24 lectures, explaining why we reject 

orthodoxy and why we accept Spiritualism. Sound in 
reasoning and conscientious in rejections and accepta- 
tions. A good book for the Spiritualist— a better one 
for the orthodox. Its truths are beyond the shadow 
of a doubt. It will awaken thouglat beyond any other 
book ever published. 

(7) Body, Brain — Spirit, Soul $2.50 
This explains man's double-dual nature, physical and 

spiritual. It is classical and educational. Harrison D. 
Barrett said: "It is an awakening of the philosophy of 
the soul." 

(8) Manifestations of God $2.00 
This is a unique volume full of instructions, and 

treating of the Sublimities of Nature in a way to con- 
vince the most skeptical of a Power behind the scenes. 

(9) Parallel Gospels $1.50 
"Great truths come to all alike." Compare the four 

gospels and be your own judge. Surprising facts pre- 
sented in a glance so you can read while you run. 

(10) How and What is It? $1.50 
An inquiring subject answered by quotations from 

the Bible. Read it and see if you can then determine the 
correct answers to the subjects: "Heart, soul, mind, 
spirit"; "Word of God"; "Hell, heaven"; "Satan, devil, 
serpent"; "Kingdom of God"; "Kinerdom of Heaven." 

(11) The Temple of the Soul $3.00 
This is a valuable book, describing tlie construction, 

the use and the derangements of the temple we live in. 
Also, how to keep it in perfect working order. Strictly 
speaking, it is not a doctor book, but is superior in 
many ways. It tells how to avoid the ills (?) to which 
flesh is heir. Explains what deranges the body and how 
to rearrange it so its complete machrnery may do its 
work with accuracy and in perfect time. It contains 
a fortune for the purchaser. 

(12) 120 Iiessons in Hindu Unfoldment $2.00 
These are given in class lessons of a progressive 

nature. They unfold the soul and have ever a tendency 
to bring out our spiritual gifts — clalrvoyancy, clair- 
audiency, writing, impressions, visions, etc. I have 
used these lessons in my class work with good success^ 
for many years. 

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(13) Itife of Jehovah and His Friends $1.50 
Man is known not only by what he Is but by the 

company he keeps. So ought Jehovah to be. This book 
is instructive, interesting and amusing, showing the 
comical side of the biblical story of Jehovah God and 
his chosen people, and at all times keeping to the facts 
as recorded in the Bible, giving chapter and verse. It 
must be read to he thoroughly appreciated. 

\ 

(14) Our God and What IT is Doing- $1.50 
This book I desire to be in the hands of everyone. It 

is founded and grounded upon startling facts of today. 
It is a real eye-opener to all who are fortunate enough 
to possess it. Read it and give it to your neighbors. 

(15) Spiritualism Unveiled $1.50 
The very title defines itself. Too long has Spiritual- 
ism lain hidden beneath a clouded veil. Here it is un- 
veiled by the light of reason and soul inspiration. Make 
a present of this book to your orthodox friends and you 
will be spreading the true gospel of Spiritualism. 

(16) Songrs for the Soul $2.00 
This is a compilation of the most inspiring songs to be 

found. Many new ones. All set to music. This music 
will, in time, supplant all other song books. It has 
taken years to collect these beautiful songs. Much care 
has been used to select the tunes as well as the words. 
No Spiritualist or society can afford to be without this 
valuable book. Music is the vibrations of the soul ex- 
pressed in perfect time. It adds much to every gather- 
ing. In all my lectures, songs appropriate for each 
aie selected from "Songs for the Soul". 

Books without music will also be published. These 
can be distributed through the audience. 



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The Physio-Medical Health 
and Beauty Remedies 



The Japanese as a race are noted J*or their superior 
health. They retain their youth and beauty longer 
probably than any other nationality. The secret of 
their longevity, youthful appearance and clear com- 
plexion is due to' certain oriental knowledge unknown 
to the occidental world. 

Dr. Jennie French, who is an American graduate of 
medicine, spent several years in the orient and learned 
rare secrets and procured valuable remedies used by 
the Japanese. Some of the formulas were bought at 
an exorbitant price, but the remedies will be supplied 
to the American people for a nominal sum. 

These Japanese remedies are offered with the full 
knowledge that they are superior to any other specialties 
for similar purposes. Bear in mind that no minerals, 
alcohols, or poisonous ingredients of ar.y nature what- 
ever are used in their preparation. They have stood 
the crucial test in actual practice. Many of them have 
been used with much success by Dr. French in her 
private practice, and even some pheonomenal cures have 
been effected by her in cases given up by leading 
physicians. 

Knowing, as she certainly does, the great value of the 
Japanese remedies, and also the untold good that can be 
done by their general i^se, it is the intention of Dr. 
French to place them within reach of the millions of 
suffering humanity in America. 

The method of introduction is explained on another 
page of this circular. Read it carefully; then you may 
want to join in the work, thereby gaining the twofold 
object of benefiting humanity at large and at the same 
time helping yourself. 

TOII=ET REQUISITES 

Hair Grower will surely promote hair's growth if the 

roots are not entirely dead. 
Hair Restorer is not a dye, but restores hair to its 

natural color. 
Face Tonic, tones the skin so as to keep it youthful. 
Wrinkleoid, as the name implies, removes and prevents 

wrinkles. 
Tan and Preckle IsOtion removes tan and freckles, mak- 

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ing a clear complexion. 
Complexion Capsules remoove brown Ijiotches and make 
the liver cleanse the system. 



FEMAI.I: REMEDIES 

Pemale Suppositories — two kinds — prevents use of the 
knife and restore normal conditions to the organs. 

Uterine Tonic is an ever present help in time of need. 
This with the Suppositories carries a woman safely 
through the change of life. 

Mother's Friend makes childbirth a pleasure and drives 
fear from the mother's soul. 

Catarrh Remedy is used as a douche to stop a cold and 
to remove the discharge from the head. Good also 
for flhinitis. 

Constipation Tablets cause the liver to act, curing the 
Constipation. 

Pile Rem.6dy. These suppositories are welcomed by 
those suffering with Piles. 

Diphtheria Powders not only cure, but if used after ex- 
posure prevent incurring the disease. 

Composition Powders. A universal remedy in all acute 
attacks of Colds, LaGrippe, Pneumonia, and Sup- 
pressed Menstruation, 

Heart Tablets. These are a tonic, not a stimulant; 
strengthening the heart without leaving a weaken- 
ing effect. 

Tonsilltis Remedy cures Tonsilitis and Sore Throat, giv- 
ing instant relief. 

ZiaGrippe Remedy is hailed with delight by the sufferer 
from this dread disease. 

Typhoid Pever never has its usual run if the patient 
takes the medicine and uses the external treatments. 

Appendicitis in its early stages is relieved, and nine- 
tenths of the cases need no knife. 

MXSCEI.I.ANEOUS REMEDIES- 

Kidney and Bladder Remedy, useful to young and old 
alike, regulating the system to do its work per- 
fectly. 

Cougrh Syrups — three kinds — Bronichial, Lung and Stom- 

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ach — each adapted to the complaints of these dif- 
ferent organs. 

Croup Eemedy saves the little one every time, and the 
mother should have the remedy always at hand. 

Whooping' Coug'li Remedy proves a panacea in this most 
neglected disease of children. 

Kentralizingr Cordial has no equal for children when 
teething. So certain are we of this remedy, we 
guarantee it. 

Blood Purifier for Scrofula, Syphilis, Cancer, etc., has 
made the Japanese famous for freeaom from these 
diseases. 

Xiockjaw and other forms of Tetanus are quickly re 
lieved by our remedy. 

Diabetes. This remedy, coupled with the proper diet 
and external accessories, is a sure relief in this 
dreaded disease. 

Brig-lit's Disease is handled with our remedies in a man- 
ner surprising to everyone. 

Dropsy. Three special remedies are necessary here, as 
there are three distinct causes for the disease. We 
have prepared these in our Special List. 

Asthma. This, like Dropsy, requires a remedy accord- 
ing to its cause, and will be found among our list 
of Specialties. 

Digfestive Tablets and Tonic will reach nearly every 
case of Indigestion. 

Consumption Remedy proves in three-rourths of the 
cases where used that this dread disease can now 
be handled with reasonable certainty of prolonging 
the life of the sufferer, if the lungs are not too far 
gone. 

Eye Water. By its use the eyes are strengthened, 
healed, and the inflammation removecr. 

Varicose Vein Soap heals the sore and is a powerful 
stringent of the skin. 

Salve for White Swelling*. This with the proper acces- 
ories removes the swollen condition and gives the 
patient normal use of his limbs. 

Bathaline is a skin tonic, preventing colds, stopping 
night sweats, and allaying fever. Useful after a 
bath. 

Rheumatic Iiiniment. Relieves the pain of Rheumatism, 
Neuralgia, Pleurisy, etc., like magic. 

Nerve Liniment proves a tonic to the nerves, alleviating 
sleeplessness, and stimulating the action of the dif- 
ferent organs. 

WE HAVE MANY OTHER REMEDIES. 

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Profitable to Investors 



It is not necessary to explain that many fortunes have 
been made in the manufacture and sale of proprietary 
articles, even with specialties far inferior to our line. 
Therefore, we rightly anticipate a great demand for our 
Japanese preparations, because they will be sold on 
merit, and there use is sure to be their best advertise- 
ment. This is the first time that these rare oriental 
remedies are made available to the people of the West- 
ern continent, and we have the exclusive privilege for 
making and supplying them to the American people. 

In order to furnish the capital necessary to manu- 
facture and market these goods, a company will be 
organized to consist of 10,000 shares of stock at $1.00 
per share, and 4,000 shares will be placed on the market. 
When this amount of stock is sold the company will be- 
gin active businesss. Subscriptions for 100 shares or 
more will be accepted. 

It is the object to have agents in every city and 
town in the United States. Anyone may become either 
an agent or a stockholder. It would be a great ad- 
vantage to become both, for then you could make a 
large profit from sales in your own teriltory and at the 
same time draw a dividend from your stock. Our agents 
will find that as the preparations become introduced 
there will be a steady and increasing demand, giving 
them a good paying business for life. 

A book descriptive of causes, symptoms, accessories 
and remedies will also be issued. It will give a history 
of medicine and diagnosis of diseases according to the 
Japanese system. Many new ideas of diseases, causes 
and remedies will here be given, for the first time, to 
th American people. 

These Physio-Medical Remedies will be prepared under 
the personal supervision of DR. JENNIE FRENCH 
JOHNSON. 

Manufactured Exclusively by 

THE JENNIE FRENCH REMEDY COMPANY 

SEATTI.E, WASH. 

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EXITS 

FROM THE 
PEARLY GATES 

BY 
LUCRETIA GRAVES 

AND 
JENNIE JOHNSO 
Price $1.00 



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